[ he straightens when gale enters, and smiles. his eyes flick quickly over him, despite already having been assured he was alright. if orin had truly wanted to do him harm, he wouldn't be walking. tilanus knows that. he also thinks there would've been a good deal more spectacle around it, if that was what she wanted.
he'll allow himself to be relieved.
he gestures to the seat across from him. ]
I'm glad to see it. Thank you, for meeting with me. I'm well, I suppose.
[ aside from being frustrated by this unintended break from his actual life. talking to gale makes it all feel a little more normal, even though this one is not truly the friend he'd gotten to know.
he puts his hand on the wine bottle. ]
I got this in the hope you'd feel like sharing, but I'll get you something else if you prefer. They appear to have everything.
[ there it is, the instinctive ease one feels with the familiar, written in the set of tilanusโ shoulders and mouth. the kind gale shares with astarion alone now, all else foreign to him in this world.
itโs a cruel thing, gale thinks, for the gods to make them strangers. he nods, quick in his assent, and gestures for tilanus to pour. ]
Itโs no Waterdhavian red, [ more light teasing than genuine criticism. ] but Iโm sure itโll do. They do like to keep us sated, in this place.
[ lulling them into complacency, he assumes. a wry smile. ]
I've had worse, [ he says, thinking of the old bottles scattered around the shadow cursed lands, covered in dust and snatched up to feed the camp in a pinch.
he's still not really sure how this will go. it should be easier, he thinks. it's simpler talking to people who are strangers to him. ]
Well, if we are to start at the beginning, that was not long ago for me. I told you I woke on the Nautiloid remembering nothing but my name. Perhaps I should ask, what would you like to know? If I can tell you, I will.
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he'll allow himself to be relieved.
he gestures to the seat across from him. ]
I'm glad to see it. Thank you, for meeting with me. I'm well, I suppose.
[ aside from being frustrated by this unintended break from his actual life. talking to gale makes it all feel a little more normal, even though this one is not truly the friend he'd gotten to know.
he puts his hand on the wine bottle. ]
I got this in the hope you'd feel like sharing, but I'll get you something else if you prefer. They appear to have everything.
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itโs a cruel thing, gale thinks, for the gods to make them strangers. he nods, quick in his assent, and gestures for tilanus to pour. ]
Itโs no Waterdhavian red, [ more light teasing than genuine criticism. ] but Iโm sure itโll do. They do like to keep us sated, in this place.
[ lulling them into complacency, he assumes. a wry smile. ]
Wherever do we begin, I wonder.
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I've had worse, [ he says, thinking of the old bottles scattered around the shadow cursed lands, covered in dust and snatched up to feed the camp in a pinch.
he's still not really sure how this will go. it should be easier, he thinks. it's simpler talking to people who are strangers to him. ]
Well, if we are to start at the beginning, that was not long ago for me. I told you I woke on the Nautiloid remembering nothing but my name. Perhaps I should ask, what would you like to know? If I can tell you, I will.