[ Ugh, Iorveth was supposed to point out that they have nothing to defend themselves with before they made it all the way to the manor. (Sure, he's poisoned, but his brain still works better than Astarion's.) He swallows thickly, throat dry, and tries not to think about the fact that there's a vampire lord somewhere within that manor, likely in possession of all sorts of magical talent. ]
He'll cure you.
[ It's not a proper answer, but it's the only one he's willing to give. If it were Astarion in Damris's place, he would never cure one of Cazador's victims. Not unless he wanted another year underground. ]
Ah— Dennis, was it? [ he calls, rude for the sake of being rude. ] Surely you don't intend for us to go through the front door.
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He'll cure you.
[ It's not a proper answer, but it's the only one he's willing to give. If it were Astarion in Damris's place, he would never cure one of Cazador's victims. Not unless he wanted another year underground. ]
Ah— Dennis, was it? [ he calls, rude for the sake of being rude. ] Surely you don't intend for us to go through the front door.