[ The one positive thing Iorveth notes about Damris having made the poison is that it probably isn't a lie that he has an antidote. If he has the skill to make a poison, he likely has the skills to make something to counteract it― whether he actually felt the need for it is an entirely different story, but Iorveth will hold on to this small sliver of hope.

It's a small thing to cling to, especially once Damris reveals the hatch. The only way down is a ladder, and Iorveth isn't entirely sure if he has the grip strength to carry his weight. Brooding, he watches Damris slink down the wooden ladder (after the tiefling scoffs softly at "you first", replying to Astarion with a breezy "so suspicious") with feline grace. ]

You should throw me down after him, [ he mutters to Astarion. ] I'll use him as cushioning for the fall.

[ It'd be nice to just slam the hatch shut now and leave Damris in the dark, but doing that may spell his own demise. Clicking his tongue, Iorveth peels himself away from Astarion's side and tries to steady himself. His bones hurt. ]

I'll go first. I don't want him to be waiting down there for you.