[ Iorveth makes a wry comment, but Astarion is already craning his neck to scope out the potential at the inn's bar, distracted. After all this time, searching out a victim is practically second nature. It's not something he's proud of, exactly; having the talent to determine which tavern patrons have the least amount of loved ones waiting for them at home certainly isn't heroic.
All the same, it's one he has. His eyes flit over an off-duty guard, still in armor, clinking glasses with a companion. Too important. Cazador always scolded him whenever he targeted anyone with power. ]
That's typically how this goes, yes.
[ Again: not something he's proud of. ]
I usually look for the drunkest idiot present and proposition them.
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All the same, it's one he has. His eyes flit over an off-duty guard, still in armor, clinking glasses with a companion. Too important. Cazador always scolded him whenever he targeted anyone with power. ]
That's typically how this goes, yes.
[ Again: not something he's proud of. ]
I usually look for the drunkest idiot present and proposition them.