We have Gale to thank for our deep pockets, [ Iorveth notes dryly, though with a healthy amount of amusement. Feels weird being financially indebted to someone who asks for nothing in return; feels even weirder that the someone is a human wizard, but stranger things have happened to him over the course of the past few tendays.
Smiling faintly at the addition of the pin (Astarion is so cute), Iorveth extends a hand with imperious grace. ] My love. [ With all the grandiose theater that he assumes would be befitting a title like "Master Blackmane": ] Let us grace the rabble with our presence.
[ More like "let's terrorize everyone". If and when Astarion takes the offered hand, Iorveth will lead them out of their purple suite and down to the purple lobby with the purple bar attached, where a member of staff dressed in purple looks up from her station and, after a moment of clear consideration, approaches the pair on hurried feet (wrapped in purple shoes).
"Master Blackmane!", the halfling woman squeaks. "Oh, um, the lovely one with the silver hair."
("The one who spoke rudely to me last night for no reason," she doesn't say.) ]
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Smiling faintly at the addition of the pin (Astarion is so cute), Iorveth extends a hand with imperious grace. ] My love. [ With all the grandiose theater that he assumes would be befitting a title like "Master Blackmane": ] Let us grace the rabble with our presence.
[ More like "let's terrorize everyone". If and when Astarion takes the offered hand, Iorveth will lead them out of their purple suite and down to the purple lobby with the purple bar attached, where a member of staff dressed in purple looks up from her station and, after a moment of clear consideration, approaches the pair on hurried feet (wrapped in purple shoes).
"Master Blackmane!", the halfling woman squeaks. "Oh, um, the lovely one with the silver hair."
("The one who spoke rudely to me last night for no reason," she doesn't say.) ]