[ Astarion watches with glee as Iorveth throws his dagger, grinning like a child opening midwinter presents as the blade pierces Araj's flesh and nestles itself between her ribs. He raises his hands, poised to applaud Iorveth's efficient killing, but stops with his hands an inch apart as Araj stumbles down the stairs, knocking into a table and sending bottles of alchemical supplies clinking onto the floor.
Astarion's smile twists into a scowl. ]
Honestly, [ he chides, ] the woman can't even die right.
[ Iorveth threw the blade beautifully. It's Araj's fault for not simply keeling over. She writhes in agony on the floor, grasping out for one of her errant bottles. Her fingers wrap around it, and with what must be her last vestiges of strength, she tosses it up the stairs. ]
Ugh, [ Astarion gets out before the entire building bursts into flame in front of them. ]
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Astarion's smile twists into a scowl. ]
Honestly, [ he chides, ] the woman can't even die right.
[ Iorveth threw the blade beautifully. It's Araj's fault for not simply keeling over. She writhes in agony on the floor, grasping out for one of her errant bottles. Her fingers wrap around it, and with what must be her last vestiges of strength, she tosses it up the stairs. ]
Ugh, [ Astarion gets out before the entire building bursts into flame in front of them. ]