[ That was a trick up Gale's sleeve Astarion hadn't anticipated. Wizard, he settles on firmly, and one who might have a reasonable amount of power. Perhaps he should have expended more effort getting into Gale's good graces the other night.
Still, Astarion has a bargaining chip in the form of the book, assuming it isn't taken from him by force. But force doesn't seem to be this wizard's style. He can work with that.
Astarion tests the length of chain, puts on a smile that certainly doesn't reach his eyes as he finds its strength. He has enough maneuverability to put his dagger away with a flourish before taking Gale's hand, astonishingly warm as humans always are. ]
I'm staying just around the corner, as luck would have it.
[ He's not, and Gale is surely in the tailspin of not knowing what's truth or fiction from Astarion's mouth, but Gale still has the upper hand in the form of that chain.
Astarion walks them down a street lit with the soft glow of golden lanterns, until they come to the Smiling Siren: formerly a nightclub, now a space dedicated to the priests and priestesses of Sune. It's a classy brothel, but a brothel nonetheless.
The entry hall is covered in murals of nymphs enjoying varying levels of tasteful debauchery, with a golden basin in the center where patrons make their donations for the night. Before Gale has a chance to march them back out, Astarion waves his free hand to the proprietress, who is already heading their way. ]
Do you have a room available for a few hours? No need for a priest, we're just looking for some...alone time. [ Astarion smiles his most charming smile, tipping his head toward Gale. ] My companion is willing to pay handsomely for your discretion.
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Still, Astarion has a bargaining chip in the form of the book, assuming it isn't taken from him by force. But force doesn't seem to be this wizard's style. He can work with that.
Astarion tests the length of chain, puts on a smile that certainly doesn't reach his eyes as he finds its strength. He has enough maneuverability to put his dagger away with a flourish before taking Gale's hand, astonishingly warm as humans always are. ]
I'm staying just around the corner, as luck would have it.
[ He's not, and Gale is surely in the tailspin of not knowing what's truth or fiction from Astarion's mouth, but Gale still has the upper hand in the form of that chain.
Astarion walks them down a street lit with the soft glow of golden lanterns, until they come to the Smiling Siren: formerly a nightclub, now a space dedicated to the priests and priestesses of Sune. It's a classy brothel, but a brothel nonetheless.
The entry hall is covered in murals of nymphs enjoying varying levels of tasteful debauchery, with a golden basin in the center where patrons make their donations for the night. Before Gale has a chance to march them back out, Astarion waves his free hand to the proprietress, who is already heading their way. ]
Do you have a room available for a few hours? No need for a priest, we're just looking for some...alone time. [ Astarion smiles his most charming smile, tipping his head toward Gale. ] My companion is willing to pay handsomely for your discretion.