[ Unfortunately, Astarion is now of the opinion that he doesn't need to think about things, because he has someone (Iorveth) to do it for him. Iorveth thinks far better than he ever could—overthinks, really—so he really sees no downside. He's always been a follower. A follower that complains, but a follower nonetheless. Making plans and decisions is for... other people.
He's of the belief that children who pick random things up off of the dirty street are living numbered days regardless, but he smiles nonetheless, leaning against Iorveth. ]
Look at you. Iorveth Ancunín, savior of children.
[ Not Ancunín yet, technically, but he's allowed to bask in the knowledge that Iorveth will be one day soon, he thinks. ]
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He's of the belief that children who pick random things up off of the dirty street are living numbered days regardless, but he smiles nonetheless, leaning against Iorveth. ]
Look at you. Iorveth Ancunín, savior of children.
[ Not Ancunín yet, technically, but he's allowed to bask in the knowledge that Iorveth will be one day soon, he thinks. ]
And killer of rats. [ He's not sad about it. ]