[ "What? Oh no, the inn pays me rather handsomely," is her chirped response to Astarion's (expectedly) rude snapback. She seems to take his curtness in stride, letting it roll off her purple-clad shoulder with the finesse of someone who has worked all her life in customer service.
"I just wanted to inform you that a rather handsome tiefling man's been asking after you," she continues with a glance towards Iorveth, bowing her head politely as a show of apology for, presumably, the content of her message. "He wanted to be shown to your room last night－ I refused, of course－ but I saw him just a few minutes ago again."
She gestures towards the center of the lobby, where there's a rather beautiful wooden table surrounded by ornate (purple) armchairs. They're all unoccupied at the moment, but the implication, Iorveth assumes, is that that wasn't the case until very recently.
"I would have liked to ask you this morning if he was a friend of yours, but you asked not to be disturbed during the day. I do apologize if it's someone you've been expecting."
Huh. Iorveth frowns, sharp features pinching into his face momentarily; the halfling takes note of that apparent displeasure, and quickly bows her head again. ]
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"I just wanted to inform you that a rather handsome tiefling man's been asking after you," she continues with a glance towards Iorveth, bowing her head politely as a show of apology for, presumably, the content of her message. "He wanted to be shown to your room last night－ I refused, of course－ but I saw him just a few minutes ago again."
She gestures towards the center of the lobby, where there's a rather beautiful wooden table surrounded by ornate (purple) armchairs. They're all unoccupied at the moment, but the implication, Iorveth assumes, is that that wasn't the case until very recently.
"I would have liked to ask you this morning if he was a friend of yours, but you asked not to be disturbed during the day. I do apologize if it's someone you've been expecting."
Huh. Iorveth frowns, sharp features pinching into his face momentarily; the halfling takes note of that apparent displeasure, and quickly bows her head again. ]