[ The world spins again. Iorveth feels colder, sicker― he tries to right himself on the chair but lists to the side instead, his strength failing him entirely. Paying attention is becoming more and more difficult, a lesson in futility.
Meanwhile, the tiefling states simply: "You and I know there's no such thing."
As a good vampire, presumably. The stranger seems grimly determined to make his point, though he seems surprised― and perhaps jealous, which he just stated was Alkam's personality deficiency of choice― by the implication that Astarion is a free spawn. A hard concept to accept or stomach for a man currently under a tyrant's thumb.
At least, Iorveth assumes. He opens his mouth, again, to say something, but winds up folding over the armrest of his chair and coughing up a mouthful of blood instead. ]
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Meanwhile, the tiefling states simply: "You and I know there's no such thing."
As a good vampire, presumably. The stranger seems grimly determined to make his point, though he seems surprised― and perhaps jealous, which he just stated was Alkam's personality deficiency of choice― by the implication that Astarion is a free spawn. A hard concept to accept or stomach for a man currently under a tyrant's thumb.
At least, Iorveth assumes. He opens his mouth, again, to say something, but winds up folding over the armrest of his chair and coughing up a mouthful of blood instead. ]