[ An alias might have been wise, and Astarion has given them at the taverns and inns he's stayed at over the past weeks. Still, he doesn't see much point in giving Gale a different name now; assuming he does his research (which seems likely, with the picture Astarion now has of him), he'll find evidence of a Baldurian magistrate who died nearly two hundred years ago and left no bereaved behind. ]
Astarion AncunΓn, at your service.
[ With a bow and a flourish of his once-chained wrist as he hops off the bed. Now that he's free to roam, he sets his eyes (and hands) on their room's lovely set dressing, examining a gold incense burner and wick trimmer and then opening the large standing wardrobe by the bed. Mostly costumes with very little fabric to them, unsurprisingly. ]
I'm going to make use of the bath, if it's all the same to you. [ Astarion fingers a silvery negligee, glancing back in Gale's direction. ] Unless, of course, you had other thoughts on how we should spend our first evening together.
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Astarion AncunΓn, at your service.
[ With a bow and a flourish of his once-chained wrist as he hops off the bed. Now that he's free to roam, he sets his eyes (and hands) on their room's lovely set dressing, examining a gold incense burner and wick trimmer and then opening the large standing wardrobe by the bed. Mostly costumes with very little fabric to them, unsurprisingly. ]
I'm going to make use of the bath, if it's all the same to you. [ Astarion fingers a silvery negligee, glancing back in Gale's direction. ] Unless, of course, you had other thoughts on how we should spend our first evening together.