[ 'Stupid old bag'. The hag's expression twists when Astarion doesn't do exactly as she'd wanted－ obviously, she'd expected him to cave immediately. She hisses at the pair, flecks of saliva hitting Iorveth's slowly-stirring face, and flicks her still-glowing hand to blast Astarion back with a jolt of force energy (magic missile, how annoying).
"You really don't know when to give up, do you? Not a single wrinkle on that small, small brain."
Annoyed now (throwing a tantrum of her own, really), the hag approaches and stomps, hard, over Astarion's leg, with enough force to break bone if he's unlucky.
"Now sleep, and give everything you love to dear Granny."
Grinding her heel over the same leg, delighting in Astarion's pain－
－she fails to notice Iorveth moving just below her, rearing up with his silvered blade to make an attempt at destroying the flesh bag dangling from the hag's chest. ]
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"You really don't know when to give up, do you? Not a single wrinkle on that small, small brain."
Annoyed now (throwing a tantrum of her own, really), the hag approaches and stomps, hard, over Astarion's leg, with enough force to break bone if he's unlucky.
"Now sleep, and give everything you love to dear Granny."
Grinding her heel over the same leg, delighting in Astarion's pain－
－she fails to notice Iorveth moving just below her, rearing up with his silvered blade to make an attempt at destroying the flesh bag dangling from the hag's chest. ]
Don't touch him, you fuck.