[ gale already has a fondness for the fox and hounds, when it has the same feeling as the dockside taverns in waterdeep. a tad more real than the shimmering finery of the manor itself. before joining tilanus, gale stops by the fire to give the pub’s wolfhound, harry, his requisite scritches — and a treat, magicked out of thin air. the only tell of his injury is how slowly he bends and rises, careful of the stitching. ]
Tilanus. [ a neutral greeting, as he takes his seat. both astarion and orin have shaded in his portrait of tilanus since they last spoke, but much of the details of his true person remain smudgy. gale adjusts the collar of his emerald, knit jumper, and wonders if tilanus prefers a red or if he simply knows that gale does. ]
Tip top shape, as you can see. [ in reference to himself. ] How are you keeping?
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Tilanus. [ a neutral greeting, as he takes his seat. both astarion and orin have shaded in his portrait of tilanus since they last spoke, but much of the details of his true person remain smudgy. gale adjusts the collar of his emerald, knit jumper, and wonders if tilanus prefers a red or if he simply knows that gale does. ]
Tip top shape, as you can see. [ in reference to himself. ] How are you keeping?