[ The scrutiny is unavoidable. Iorveth waves away a few purple-uniformed humans who offer to help them up the stairs, and tries to snap at them about making a scene, when a familiar, clear tenor rings above the worried murmurs:
"By Tyr's missing hand― Astarion, Iorveth, is that you?!"
Politely pushing stunned staff aside, Gale makes his way from one of the cushy velvet couches stationed in the inn's lobby to approach them, as violet as the rest of the decor. He regards the both of them with brows raised to his hairline, hands out as if he's inclined to cast a healing spell that he most definitely doesn't have prepared.
"You two certainly always know how to make an entrance." Gale's tone suggests that this is the one thing he hasn't missed about them; Iorveth resists the urge to say something unkind, and gestures for Gale to follow them towards the stairs. ]
Grant flight, [ Iorveth demands, gesturing towards Astarion. "A 'it's good to see you' would be nice", Gale counters, but casts the spell anyway, lifting Astarion off the ground and off his injured leg. ]
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"By Tyr's missing hand― Astarion, Iorveth, is that you?!"
Politely pushing stunned staff aside, Gale makes his way from one of the cushy velvet couches stationed in the inn's lobby to approach them, as violet as the rest of the decor. He regards the both of them with brows raised to his hairline, hands out as if he's inclined to cast a healing spell that he most definitely doesn't have prepared.
"You two certainly always know how to make an entrance." Gale's tone suggests that this is the one thing he hasn't missed about them; Iorveth resists the urge to say something unkind, and gestures for Gale to follow them towards the stairs. ]
Grant flight, [ Iorveth demands, gesturing towards Astarion. "A 'it's good to see you' would be nice", Gale counters, but casts the spell anyway, lifting Astarion off the ground and off his injured leg. ]