[ One of these days, Iorveth is going to have to sit Astarion down and show him, via tadpole connection, what he'd looked like at the site of the Nautiloid crash: eminently suspicious, posing dramatically and asking for help without actually looking distressed in the least. He really thought he was doing something, when, in fact, he was doing far too much.

(Like Iorveth is one to talk, though: Lae'zel could show Astarion her first encounter with a half-drowned wood elf caught under a Nautiloid tentacle, and Iorveth would have to admit that it was extremely humiliating.)

Anyway. Clothes fussed with, Iorveth tips his head and curls his lips into a sly grin. ]

I took this gambeson from a human who thought he could ambush me while I was bathing.

[ Ah, fond memories. He points to a stain on the garment's collar, a splotch of brown-red in dark green fabric. ] I broke his nose and left him unconscious by the riverbed, as naked as he'd found me earlier. A funny story.

[ Is it funny?????????? It is to Iorveth. ]