[ He lets out a groan of protest at being jostled while Iorveth puts him down, but otherwise doesn't complain, which means he really must be tired. He hates to give up the opportunity to gripe. Gale's furniture is endlessly soft and plush, so he curls up as much as he can without disturbing his leg, watching as Gale stares down at the tiefling hogtied on his living room floor, hands on his hips and arms akimbo. He looks every bit the disappointed schoolteacher.
"...I trust that he can be untied now, yes?"
Damris nods emphatically, and Gale crouches beside him, but not without turning his gaze to Iorveth for approval first.
"I wouldn't be much of a host if I let one of my guests get rope-burned." ]
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"...I trust that he can be untied now, yes?"
Damris nods emphatically, and Gale crouches beside him, but not without turning his gaze to Iorveth for approval first.
"I wouldn't be much of a host if I let one of my guests get rope-burned." ]