[ A better partner would perhaps make an attempt at diplomacy, or implore Astarion to be the better man. Not Iorveth. Iorveth has tried to be the better man, and got his eye gouged out and his people slaughtered for the trouble. He, too, might have died here if not for impossible circumstances that prevented it, and while Iorveth is grateful for being cured, he wouldn't have had to be if this fool didn't try to kidnap the love of his life.
So. No grace. He stands behind Astarion like a slightly rumpled, stone-faced wraith, and waits for Damrin's verdict. It's simple when it's offered to them, and Iorveth doesn't doubt that it's true.
"If I'd been able to take you instead of him, I would have left him alone. Master Alkam likes his tributes to be more... symmetrical.
Why do you care so much? Mortals exploit us, so we exploit them. He'll get tired of you eventually, too― better to drain them before they can think to harm us." ]
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So. No grace. He stands behind Astarion like a slightly rumpled, stone-faced wraith, and waits for Damrin's verdict. It's simple when it's offered to them, and Iorveth doesn't doubt that it's true.
"If I'd been able to take you instead of him, I would have left him alone. Master Alkam likes his tributes to be more... symmetrical.
Why do you care so much? Mortals exploit us, so we exploit them. He'll get tired of you eventually, too― better to drain them before they can think to harm us." ]