[ Teamwork. Astarion hands him the eyepatch, and Iorveth situates it over the gnarled hollow of his face, fixing it in place while he listens to the projection give its report. "Recent disappearances" doesn't sound promising, but it sounds understated compared to what he would expect from the release of several scores (hundreds? he has no idea) of hungry vampire spawn.
Still, the two events could be correlated. Iorveth knows to expect the worst, which means that they'll have to lug the anti-vampire pack around again; it might become a permanent fixture, at this rate.
Oblivious to the two elves' misgivings, Gale's simulacrum beams. "Hardly! In fact, I can assure you that he's been quite preoccupied with pretending not to exist," he chirps guilelessly, to which Iorveth responds with a soft snort. ]
Tell him to keep at it, then. We'll leave when we please.
[ The meanest elf in the world continues to be needlessly rude to the party's resident wizard. With that, Iorveth decides not to spare the projection any more of his attention, and glances back at Astarion to tuck a stray silver curl behind one pointed ear. ]
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Still, the two events could be correlated. Iorveth knows to expect the worst, which means that they'll have to lug the anti-vampire pack around again; it might become a permanent fixture, at this rate.
Oblivious to the two elves' misgivings, Gale's simulacrum beams. "Hardly! In fact, I can assure you that he's been quite preoccupied with pretending not to exist," he chirps guilelessly, to which Iorveth responds with a soft snort. ]
Tell him to keep at it, then. We'll leave when we please.
[ The meanest elf in the world continues to be needlessly rude to the party's resident wizard. With that, Iorveth decides not to spare the projection any more of his attention, and glances back at Astarion to tuck a stray silver curl behind one pointed ear. ]