No, [ Astarion agrees. He wouldn't have, anyway. If there's anything he internalized from his years in the palace, it's that a spawn is nothing without the protection of their master. A master who's likely cold and capricious in the protection that they dole out.
He stares down at the table, picking at a tiny strip of peeling wood anxiously. The proprietor won't be happy about that. ]
He'll just run back to his master and tell him everything.
[ A quick glance around to make sure that the barkeep hasn't returned, and then: ]
We'll have to kill him.
[ Not something he'd wanted to do, but the sooner they get it over with, the better. If they're lucky, he hasn't had the chance to spill his guts to Alkam yet. ]
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He stares down at the table, picking at a tiny strip of peeling wood anxiously. The proprietor won't be happy about that. ]
He'll just run back to his master and tell him everything.
[ A quick glance around to make sure that the barkeep hasn't returned, and then: ]
We'll have to kill him.
[ Not something he'd wanted to do, but the sooner they get it over with, the better. If they're lucky, he hasn't had the chance to spill his guts to Alkam yet. ]