[ Gods, Astarion is so funny. Perhaps not to anyone but Iorveth, but whatever. 'You can't just tell random guardsmen that I'm poisoned,' Iorveth thinks to say, but whacking someone over the head with the mallet of truth is also hilarious, so he'll allow it.
Pallid, weak, and thoroughly amused, Iorveth wheeze-laughs again. ]
I think it was a tiefling, [ he huffs, to which Damris surreptitiously flicks his long, pretty tail and whacks Iorveth against the side of his knee. Ow. The guard is too busy looking at Damris' pretty face to notice.
"A lunatic going after travelers, I imagine. We were drinking at my favorite bar when I noticed that this gentleman looked ill." Very loose on the details. Iorveth tries to laugh again, but winds up coughing more blood instead. Ugh. "―As you can see, I need to tend to him urgently. We can talk again later, Linus."
Again, with the million-watt smile, this time laced with slight apology. The man called Linus all but swoons, and hurriedly makes way for the three of them to pass.
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Pallid, weak, and thoroughly amused, Iorveth wheeze-laughs again. ]
I think it was a tiefling, [ he huffs, to which Damris surreptitiously flicks his long, pretty tail and whacks Iorveth against the side of his knee. Ow. The guard is too busy looking at Damris' pretty face to notice.
"A lunatic going after travelers, I imagine. We were drinking at my favorite bar when I noticed that this gentleman looked ill." Very loose on the details. Iorveth tries to laugh again, but winds up coughing more blood instead. Ugh. "―As you can see, I need to tend to him urgently. We can talk again later, Linus."
Again, with the million-watt smile, this time laced with slight apology. The man called Linus all but swoons, and hurriedly makes way for the three of them to pass.
Under his breath: ] A lunatic.