[ The fact that the man was awful and Iorveth absolutely wanted him to die is the sort of obvious reality that Iorveth doesn't feel he needs to say out loud: more importantly, he's watching Astarion with the sort of hawklike attention that projects wariness, like he's not sure if Astarion actually does feel better now that he has more blood in him. Iorveth is fairly certain that he's seen Astarion look more giddy after licking one of Iorveth's cuts. ]
I'll carry him out through the window. [ Gesturing towards the many nice windows in the suite that they haven't been appreciating, what with the curtains being perpetually drawn. There's a small balcony with one solitary chair, but it's useless for his current purposes; it just faces out into the street, and he can't really do anything with that. ] I doubt anyone is patrolling the rooftops at this time of night.
[ And he'll just, like. Dump the corpse somewhere a bit away. It isn't an elegant plan, but it's better than having a dessicated corpse just rotting away in their room. ]
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I'll carry him out through the window. [ Gesturing towards the many nice windows in the suite that they haven't been appreciating, what with the curtains being perpetually drawn. There's a small balcony with one solitary chair, but it's useless for his current purposes; it just faces out into the street, and he can't really do anything with that. ] I doubt anyone is patrolling the rooftops at this time of night.
[ And he'll just, like. Dump the corpse somewhere a bit away. It isn't an elegant plan, but it's better than having a dessicated corpse just rotting away in their room. ]