[ A sigh, a wheeze. Iorveth's throat feels like fire, mirroring the anger threatening to turn him inside out. Oh, he was so stupid for this. ]
The wine, [ he finally manages. Brittle, furious. ] Something in the drink.
[ Was the barkeep in on the whole thing? Possible, if Alkam's bunch have had control over this portion of the city for a while now. An oversight on Iorveth's part; the rage sparking flames in his skull is halfway directed at himself for being so fucking careless.
Meanwhile, the tiefling standing vigil a few steps away looks resigned. Tired, almost. Like all of this has become so commonplace that he has no energy to feel anything about it anymore.
"It was meant to be for you," he explains to Astarion. "A poison that incapacitates the undead. Lethal for mortals, I've heard― depending on how much he drank, he'll be dead within the next three days."
Oh. Not great.
"For the better, I suppose," the tiefling continues. "Lord Alkam doesn't allow spawn to keep pets." ]
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The wine, [ he finally manages. Brittle, furious. ] Something in the drink.
[ Was the barkeep in on the whole thing? Possible, if Alkam's bunch have had control over this portion of the city for a while now. An oversight on Iorveth's part; the rage sparking flames in his skull is halfway directed at himself for being so fucking careless.
Meanwhile, the tiefling standing vigil a few steps away looks resigned. Tired, almost. Like all of this has become so commonplace that he has no energy to feel anything about it anymore.
"It was meant to be for you," he explains to Astarion. "A poison that incapacitates the undead. Lethal for mortals, I've heard― depending on how much he drank, he'll be dead within the next three days."
Oh. Not great.
"For the better, I suppose," the tiefling continues. "Lord Alkam doesn't allow spawn to keep pets." ]