[ Iorveth can live with that－ Astarion does have a commanding presence. He would have made a great vampire ascendant, which is why Iorveth is glad that it didn't happen.
(If Astarion is going to be kind about him despite him being a heinous terrorist who would still slaughter a village full of humans without hesitation just to make them feel what he felt, well. He's not going to accept Astarion's refusal of sweet. It has to go both ways.)
Teeth in pale skin again to make sure that the point is made, and Iorveth finally concedes; they do have to go, and they've already missed the morning lull before the midday rush. By the time they travel from the city to Rivington, the place is certain to be packed with visitors and tired-looking refugees looking for any sort of escape from the uncertainty of their displaced lives－ Iorveth doesn't even hate the circus as much as the others seem to, but the clamor and chaos, he can do without.
Lae'zel narrows her eyes at the both of them as they leave: a silent "you two better fucking behave". Iorveth, hefting his bow and his pack of anti-vampire items, looks at her with the sort of imperious half-smile that says "I am going to do precisely what I want to do". Incorrigible as always. No wonder why everyone up north wants him dead.
Out they go, into daylight and towards the Circus of The Last Days. Gortash's Steel Watch clang around as they pass from Baldur's Gate to Wyrm's Rock, down the oppressive stone walkway where the Fists regard them with casual disdain. ]
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[ Iorveth can live with that－ Astarion does have a commanding presence. He would have made a great vampire ascendant, which is why Iorveth is glad that it didn't happen.
(If Astarion is going to be kind about him despite him being a heinous terrorist who would still slaughter a village full of humans without hesitation just to make them feel what he felt, well. He's not going to accept Astarion's refusal of sweet. It has to go both ways.)
Teeth in pale skin again to make sure that the point is made, and Iorveth finally concedes; they do have to go, and they've already missed the morning lull before the midday rush. By the time they travel from the city to Rivington, the place is certain to be packed with visitors and tired-looking refugees looking for any sort of escape from the uncertainty of their displaced lives－ Iorveth doesn't even hate the circus as much as the others seem to, but the clamor and chaos, he can do without.
Lae'zel narrows her eyes at the both of them as they leave: a silent "you two better fucking behave". Iorveth, hefting his bow and his pack of anti-vampire items, looks at her with the sort of imperious half-smile that says "I am going to do precisely what I want to do". Incorrigible as always. No wonder why everyone up north wants him dead.
Out they go, into daylight and towards the Circus of The Last Days. Gortash's Steel Watch clang around as they pass from Baldur's Gate to Wyrm's Rock, down the oppressive stone walkway where the Fists regard them with casual disdain. ]