[ Honest answer? 'Not particularly.' Iorveth may have forgotten, but Astarion is acutely aware of what those holy daggers will do to him if he tries to use them. Aside from them, there's little in this pack that will be of help against a garden-variety human, and Iorveth--skilled as he is--is using a ranged weapon in close quarters.
Holding the pack uselessly against his chest, he rolls his eyes and quips, ] There's no way in the hells that this entire city could mobilize to do anything.
[ If there's anything Astarion knows, it's this city. Mobilizing them would be like herding cats. Most in the Gate are only out for themselves one way or another, and that's not even including the cultists and murderers who-- well, admittedly, they'd probably be excited for an opportunity to go elf hunting, but he doubts they'd cooperate with the Fists.
This doesn't seem to dissuade Henrik. Astarion has always hated the self-righteous, holier-than-thou attitude of the Flaming Fists, and he's certainly no exception. He takes a step forward, unsheathing a large steel sword that glimmers in the light. Show-off. He points it at Iorveth as he approaches, warning in his voice as he says, "Drop your weapon, elf, or I'll strike you down before the executioner gets to." ]
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Holding the pack uselessly against his chest, he rolls his eyes and quips, ] There's no way in the hells that this entire city could mobilize to do anything.
[ If there's anything Astarion knows, it's this city. Mobilizing them would be like herding cats. Most in the Gate are only out for themselves one way or another, and that's not even including the cultists and murderers who-- well, admittedly, they'd probably be excited for an opportunity to go elf hunting, but he doubts they'd cooperate with the Fists.
This doesn't seem to dissuade Henrik. Astarion has always hated the self-righteous, holier-than-thou attitude of the Flaming Fists, and he's certainly no exception. He takes a step forward, unsheathing a large steel sword that glimmers in the light. Show-off. He points it at Iorveth as he approaches, warning in his voice as he says, "Drop your weapon, elf, or I'll strike you down before the executioner gets to." ]