[ The moment Iorveth is in reach, Astarion helps him down the ladder before slinging one of Iorveth's arms around his shoulders again. The walk up this foreboding hall is slow-going, which just gives him more time to take it in. It smells like musty death, the same way Cazador's palace had. And, just like Cazador's palace, there's the strange sense that awful things have happened here.
His eyes flick away from specks of red on one of the doors. ]
Where did you say the antidote was, again?
[ Probably something he should have confirmed before bringing both of them down here. ]
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His eyes flick away from specks of red on one of the doors. ]
Where did you say the antidote was, again?
[ Probably something he should have confirmed before bringing both of them down here. ]