[ Headlines: "Local terrorist walks outside with his junk fully exposed, gets caught by Waterdhavian guards. Wizard friend does not post bail." Iorveth laughs at the thought of it, and how ignoble it would be if that was the reason the Woodland Fox finally got manacles clapped on him again, but. You know. Might be interesting.
It's fine, he thinks, if Astarion doesn't have grand goals. He doesn't have to. The great thing about freedom is that you can use it to do whatever the hells you want, and after two hundred years of vacillating wildly between excessive torture and mind-shattering isolation, it's reasonable to want to just. Do nothing.
The problem is Iorveth. (It always tends to play out that way.) Antsy, without purpose. A little terrified of being useless. He's put that fear in a box for now, happy in Astarion's company, but he knows it'll rear its ugly head soon enough. ]
...I'm going to trance a bit, to be more lucid for the evening. [ Admittedly tired from the hag shenanigans, still. His eye closes, and he slowly relinquishes his hold on Astarion. ] If you wish to spend some time in the sun, I'll not keep you here.
[ The sun!! Still an amazing feat, as far as Iorveth is concerned. ]
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[ Headlines: "Local terrorist walks outside with his junk fully exposed, gets caught by Waterdhavian guards. Wizard friend does not post bail." Iorveth laughs at the thought of it, and how ignoble it would be if that was the reason the Woodland Fox finally got manacles clapped on him again, but. You know. Might be interesting.
It's fine, he thinks, if Astarion doesn't have grand goals. He doesn't have to. The great thing about freedom is that you can use it to do whatever the hells you want, and after two hundred years of vacillating wildly between excessive torture and mind-shattering isolation, it's reasonable to want to just. Do nothing.
The problem is Iorveth. (It always tends to play out that way.) Antsy, without purpose. A little terrified of being useless. He's put that fear in a box for now, happy in Astarion's company, but he knows it'll rear its ugly head soon enough. ]
...I'm going to trance a bit, to be more lucid for the evening. [ Admittedly tired from the hag shenanigans, still. His eye closes, and he slowly relinquishes his hold on Astarion. ] If you wish to spend some time in the sun, I'll not keep you here.
[ The sun!! Still an amazing feat, as far as Iorveth is concerned. ]