[ Iorveth keeps his grip on Astarion's hand, choosing to maintain that point of contact while quashing down on the undercurrent of residual revulsion that makes him want to find the nearest source of clean water and douse his arm in it.
Gods, they can't get out of here soon enough. Leaving Sebastian and the others to beg them to keep their promise, it's Iorveth's turn to tug Astarion towards the other end of the corridor, past more cages and more hazy-eyed victims, and down towards the stairs leading to Cazador's abandoned coffin and what still remains of him, a ruined stain on the elevated platform hovering above a green-black abyss.
Iorveth stops before they can reach the bottom of the stairs, pausing to expel a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He regrets it― the inner sanctum of the basement stinks― but he holds himself together, and loosens his hold on Astarion's hand. ]
This should be the last time you ever step foot in this cursed place, [ he spits. ]
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Gods, they can't get out of here soon enough. Leaving Sebastian and the others to beg them to keep their promise, it's Iorveth's turn to tug Astarion towards the other end of the corridor, past more cages and more hazy-eyed victims, and down towards the stairs leading to Cazador's abandoned coffin and what still remains of him, a ruined stain on the elevated platform hovering above a green-black abyss.
Iorveth stops before they can reach the bottom of the stairs, pausing to expel a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He regrets it― the inner sanctum of the basement stinks― but he holds himself together, and loosens his hold on Astarion's hand. ]
This should be the last time you ever step foot in this cursed place, [ he spits. ]