[ That's not ideal. Astarion tilts his head as he stares into the licking flames, contemplative. There's a possibility that, if they manage to put the blaze out, the ground floor would still be intact enough to recover his weapon and—less importantly—evidence of Araj's misdeeds, should they be willing to climb through the wreckage. That sounds like a lot of work, though. ]
I suppose I was in the market for a new one.
[ Not really, aside from window-shopping, but he is now. Maybe instead of investigating Araj they can simply go shopping for fancy daggers. Lae'zel might explode if they return to the Elfsong with nothing to show for their efforts save for new weapons, but he's gotten quite used to Lae'zel's ire.
He sniffs, smelling something even more off than the rotted smell of Araj's creation. His fingers fly up to his hair; the very tips of his face-framing curls must have been singed in the initial burst of flame, turning them dark and brittle. Astarion gasps, his palm flattening over the hair in an attempt to hide the horrors Araj has wrought. ]
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[ That's not ideal. Astarion tilts his head as he stares into the licking flames, contemplative. There's a possibility that, if they manage to put the blaze out, the ground floor would still be intact enough to recover his weapon and—less importantly—evidence of Araj's misdeeds, should they be willing to climb through the wreckage. That sounds like a lot of work, though. ]
I suppose I was in the market for a new one.
[ Not really, aside from window-shopping, but he is now. Maybe instead of investigating Araj they can simply go shopping for fancy daggers. Lae'zel might explode if they return to the Elfsong with nothing to show for their efforts save for new weapons, but he's gotten quite used to Lae'zel's ire.
He sniffs, smelling something even more off than the rotted smell of Araj's creation. His fingers fly up to his hair; the very tips of his face-framing curls must have been singed in the initial burst of flame, turning them dark and brittle. Astarion gasps, his palm flattening over the hair in an attempt to hide the horrors Araj has wrought. ]
Oh, gods! Avert your eyes, darling.