[ From one unpleasant encounter to another. Iorveth freezes with Astarion's arms around his middle, glancing sideways at the direction that the voices and footsteps are coming from and noting that they're zeroing in, converging at the entrance to the alley. He hears the familiar clattering and clanging of metal on metal, sees bright red and silver backlit by the sun.
The outline of the Fist regards them from a distance. Iorveth pulls away from Astarion, ready to bolt with him in tow; he can't see the sneer on the new threat's face, obscured as it is by shadow, but he can hear it in the man's voice.
"Two elves, one missing an eye," Henrik parrots. "Still getting yourselves into trouble, I see." ]
Astarion, [ Iorveth murmurs, giving him a nudge with an elbow to coax him further into the alley. Henrik, emboldened by the potential for revenge, steps forward with a gleeful flourish.
"I finally figured out who you are, one-eye. You're the terrorist from the north, which makes your companion a co-conspirator." ]
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The outline of the Fist regards them from a distance. Iorveth pulls away from Astarion, ready to bolt with him in tow; he can't see the sneer on the new threat's face, obscured as it is by shadow, but he can hear it in the man's voice.
"Two elves, one missing an eye," Henrik parrots. "Still getting yourselves into trouble, I see." ]
Astarion, [ Iorveth murmurs, giving him a nudge with an elbow to coax him further into the alley. Henrik, emboldened by the potential for revenge, steps forward with a gleeful flourish.
"I finally figured out who you are, one-eye. You're the terrorist from the north, which makes your companion a co-conspirator." ]