[ Astarion notes the way Iorveth presses his hand to his face, concealing his scar and the hollow where his eye used to be. It's Iorveth's prerogative to hide himself from anyone he likes, but the fact that his immediate reaction is one of self-consciousness makes Astarion frown. He's not certain where he discarded the eyepatch last night, so he lets his eyes wander along the floor before he spots it and snatches it up, dropping it nonchalantly into Iorveth's lap. ]

Disappearances? [ His frown deepens. ] Recent disappearances?

[ "Yes, I'm quite sure I said it correctly," says the simulacrum. "It is, in fact, impossible for me to not have."

It could easily be more Bhaalists; they seem keen on kidnapping and murdering. Please, Astarion thinks to himself, don't let it be the wayward spawn. Bhaalists are already enough trouble, but vampires would be far worse. (For him, that is.) They'd need to nip the problem in the bud quickly before a throng of vampire hunters descended on the city.

And, of slightly lesser importance, he's not so sure he wants to deal with the consequences of the others finding out he freed thousands of hungry vampires. ]

We'll deal with it ourselves.

[ Just in case. If it's only some whack job cultist, they can handle themselves without Gale. If it's a vampire, he'd rather not have blabbermouth Gale be the one to figure it out. ]

I'm sure Gale is too busy combing his beard, anyway.