[ Even the clanking of those ugly constructs doesn't mar the experience of warm sunlight on his face, and Astarion winds a hand around the crook of Iorveth's arm, eyes closing to bask in the feeling. It's heaven, strolling these streets with the sun shining down on them and Iorveth beside him. Absolutely nothing could temper his good mood— Well, except for the fact that they're going to the circus. He does hate the circus as much as the others — well, perhaps except Wyll. He was far too entertained by that clown. ]
You know, [ he starts, cajoling, leaning into Iorveth. ] It's not like Lae'zel will really know if we actually did what she asked.
[ She might really kick them out of the group if she finds out they didn't even do such a minor task, but that's only if she finds out. ]
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You know, [ he starts, cajoling, leaning into Iorveth. ] It's not like Lae'zel will really know if we actually did what she asked.
[ She might really kick them out of the group if she finds out they didn't even do such a minor task, but that's only if she finds out. ]