Oh! [ Astarion laughs as if this is hysterical, a manic edge to his high-pitched howling. ] Oh, do you think I'm going to feel sorry for you?
[ A gentle squeeze of Iorveth's shoulder, anathema to his harsh words, before he releases him to approach the tiefling, dagger still drawn. Killing him wouldn't be the brightest idea, admittedly, since then he'll never find out what was put in Iorveth's drink, although it would feel good. The only thing holding back the feral, angry animal that wants to rip this spawn's pretty little throat out is Iorveth's ragged breathing, a visceral reminder of what he stands to lose. ]
Tell me how to fix him, [ he repeats, ] or I'll run right to your master, just like you want, and I'll spend every day of the rest of eternity making sure he despises you.
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[ A gentle squeeze of Iorveth's shoulder, anathema to his harsh words, before he releases him to approach the tiefling, dagger still drawn. Killing him wouldn't be the brightest idea, admittedly, since then he'll never find out what was put in Iorveth's drink, although it would feel good. The only thing holding back the feral, angry animal that wants to rip this spawn's pretty little throat out is Iorveth's ragged breathing, a visceral reminder of what he stands to lose. ]
Tell me how to fix him, [ he repeats, ] or I'll run right to your master, just like you want, and I'll spend every day of the rest of eternity making sure he despises you.