[ The projection disappears, and leaves behind a piece of parchment that flutters, gracefully, onto the floor next to the bed. Iorveth leans to pick it up, and finds a map of the Lower City with a specific location circled in red.
Interesting. He hums, thoughtful, before setting the parchment aside on the bedside dresser. ]
And yet you all choose to live here than elsewhere. [ So many people, cramped in small spaces and barely connecting to each other regardless. He thinks back to the question he'd asked Astarion way back in the vague days of "before", about whether Astarion has any love for Baldur's Gate, its subterranean crimes and all.
A low breath, and Iorveth takes it upon himself to climb on top of Astarion's supine form. Elbows on either side of his pretty face, chest to chest. ]
I expect this has something to do with Orin and her ilk.
[ Because they do still have the rest of the Dead Three and their Netherstones to worry about. Honestly, Iorveth half-expected to die in the process of killing Henselt, so it's a bit of a wonder that he's survived long enough to worry about having to destroy the Netherbrain.
Iorveth hums again, and presses his lips to the bridge of Astarion's nose. ]
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Interesting. He hums, thoughtful, before setting the parchment aside on the bedside dresser. ]
And yet you all choose to live here than elsewhere. [ So many people, cramped in small spaces and barely connecting to each other regardless. He thinks back to the question he'd asked Astarion way back in the vague days of "before", about whether Astarion has any love for Baldur's Gate, its subterranean crimes and all.
A low breath, and Iorveth takes it upon himself to climb on top of Astarion's supine form. Elbows on either side of his pretty face, chest to chest. ]
I expect this has something to do with Orin and her ilk.
[ Because they do still have the rest of the Dead Three and their Netherstones to worry about. Honestly, Iorveth half-expected to die in the process of killing Henselt, so it's a bit of a wonder that he's survived long enough to worry about having to destroy the Netherbrain.
Iorveth hums again, and presses his lips to the bridge of Astarion's nose. ]