[ Effectively tugged, Iorveth watches Astarion in profile as they make their way over to the inn's first-floor bar. A space as fancy as the rest of the establishment, with rows of empty bottles with ornate labels used as decoration.
Iorveth waits for Astarion to find a seat before settling next to him, waving an eager server away with a quick request for something red and expensive. If the drinks are going to be on the house, he might as well.
When he's sure that the barkeep isn't listening: ]
I don't expect our mystery visitor will try anything untoward in public.
[ A statement, but also a question. An unpleasant one, perhaps, since it forces Astarion to think about what his methods used to be. ]
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Iorveth waits for Astarion to find a seat before settling next to him, waving an eager server away with a quick request for something red and expensive. If the drinks are going to be on the house, he might as well.
When he's sure that the barkeep isn't listening: ]
I don't expect our mystery visitor will try anything untoward in public.
[ A statement, but also a question. An unpleasant one, perhaps, since it forces Astarion to think about what his methods used to be. ]