[ 'Too hard' has never stopped Iorveth before. In fact, 'too hard' has always made Iorveth dig his heels in and bite down with exhausted jaws, obstinate and proud. The only complication now is that he doesn't want anything to happen to Astarion, especially not the sort of thing that happens when hags are involved.
Twisted wishes, mutilations. Iorveth glances down at Damris, who is staring, wide-eyed, at Astarion and the casual suggestion he's just made. Too shocked to say anything, or too afraid to. ]
I doubt he'd be of any use to her, [ is a rude assessment on Iorveth's part, as he crouches back down and tips Damris's chin. ] Unless she likes pretty tieflings.
[ Damris scowls, and snaps at Iorveth's hand with sharp teeth, narrowly missing. ]
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Twisted wishes, mutilations. Iorveth glances down at Damris, who is staring, wide-eyed, at Astarion and the casual suggestion he's just made. Too shocked to say anything, or too afraid to. ]
I doubt he'd be of any use to her, [ is a rude assessment on Iorveth's part, as he crouches back down and tips Damris's chin. ] Unless she likes pretty tieflings.
[ Damris scowls, and snaps at Iorveth's hand with sharp teeth, narrowly missing. ]