[ "I didn't say", is the flutelike response. Great. Iorveth, trying not to put his entire weight along Astarion's side, is nevertheless aware of how his whole body feels like it's on fire, and how that heat must feel on Astarion's cool skin. Shame and anger claw through his brain again, but there's no point in losing composure when they're literally in the middle of enemy territory.
So. He bottles all of that rage to use against Alkam later. And perhaps to use against Damris, if he's stupid enough to try anything. Squinting his one eye against the slowly-brightening lights that line the musty hallway, Iorveth ventures: ]
We could just kill you and look for it ourselves.
[ A threat, just for the sake of it. The manor is huge, and he might kick it before they find the right room; worse, they might accidentally cross paths with Alkam before they're prepared to, and that would mean death for the both of them.
Damris knows it. He smiles again, still looking at Astarion instead of Iorveth.
"Don't be hasty. It's in my room－ just a few more minutes, and we'll be there."
(The tiefling has a room. He really must be Alkam's favorite, or he's lying through his teeth.) ]
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So. He bottles all of that rage to use against Alkam later. And perhaps to use against Damris, if he's stupid enough to try anything. Squinting his one eye against the slowly-brightening lights that line the musty hallway, Iorveth ventures: ]
We could just kill you and look for it ourselves.
[ A threat, just for the sake of it. The manor is huge, and he might kick it before they find the right room; worse, they might accidentally cross paths with Alkam before they're prepared to, and that would mean death for the both of them.
Damris knows it. He smiles again, still looking at Astarion instead of Iorveth.
"Don't be hasty. It's in my room－ just a few more minutes, and we'll be there."
(The tiefling has a room. He really must be Alkam's favorite, or he's lying through his teeth.) ]