[ Obviously, it's not funny that Astarion is having an incredibly bad time with all of this, but the mental image of being invited over for tea by a vampire lord makes Iorveth laugh under his breath. A soft, subtle little thing that blows through his teeth. ]
Mm. He hasn't been getting letters back from Baldur's Gate, I expect. Perhaps he's looking for a replacement vampire to gloat about his accomplishments with.
[ Again, not funny (someone who actively chose to communicate with Cazador Szarr can not possibly be a good person), but the mental image is deranged enough to warrant a dry huff.
Behind him, the halfling at the entrance squeaks and rushes outside, waving her hands wildly. "Sir, sir! Come back, the man you were looking for is―"
Her voice gets cut off as the door swings shut behind her. ]
...Our man, I think. [ Through the window: a tall, slim tiefling with long hair that travels down to the middle of his back, his clothes old-fashioned but kept well. Athkatla's version of Astarion, perhaps, though Iorveth would never allow himself to dwell on that mental comparison for too long. ]
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Mm. He hasn't been getting letters back from Baldur's Gate, I expect. Perhaps he's looking for a replacement vampire to gloat about his accomplishments with.
[ Again, not funny (someone who actively chose to communicate with Cazador Szarr can not possibly be a good person), but the mental image is deranged enough to warrant a dry huff.
Behind him, the halfling at the entrance squeaks and rushes outside, waving her hands wildly. "Sir, sir! Come back, the man you were looking for is―"
Her voice gets cut off as the door swings shut behind her. ]
...Our man, I think. [ Through the window: a tall, slim tiefling with long hair that travels down to the middle of his back, his clothes old-fashioned but kept well. Athkatla's version of Astarion, perhaps, though Iorveth would never allow himself to dwell on that mental comparison for too long. ]