[ Astarion opens his mouth, ready to complain about four days (Reginald just said two!!! No takebacks!!!) when—
'Vampire' rings in his ears, and he's unable to do anything but stay where he is, frozen and slackjawed. His eyes dart from Reginald to Gale and then back again, trying desperately to figure out if Gale told him (horrible) or if Reginald just figured it out by himself (worse). Paranoid as ever, he starts racking his brain for any hint as to what kind of cleric Reginald is, if maybe he's of the persuasion that want to rid the world of the undead...
But Reginald doesn't seem to be interested in smiting him as much as he is in scolding him, so he relaxes, just a little. ]
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'Vampire' rings in his ears, and he's unable to do anything but stay where he is, frozen and slackjawed. His eyes dart from Reginald to Gale and then back again, trying desperately to figure out if Gale told him (horrible) or if Reginald just figured it out by himself (worse). Paranoid as ever, he starts racking his brain for any hint as to what kind of cleric Reginald is, if maybe he's of the persuasion that want to rid the world of the undead...
But Reginald doesn't seem to be interested in smiting him as much as he is in scolding him, so he relaxes, just a little. ]
—At least let me make myself presentable first.
[ Iorveth's blood is still on his shirt. ]