[ For a moment, Gale fears heโs mistepped. A trip of the light fantastic right atop his partnerโs toes, so to speak. Itโs not that, though, every line of Astarionโs pointing towards surprise. He didnโt know, or heโs a better actor than Gale gave him credit for. A chill snakes down his spine as he decides on the former.
Infernal lettering in flesh and blood can only bode ill, even without a devil in sight. Had someone bartered with his body and soul? The potential sparks alertness into his veins. ]
I โ off the cuff? [ Normally, heโd consult his books for a translation. ] I could try.
[ Gale rises without thinking, drawn to a puzzle on instinct, but stalls after two steps. One hand worries at the other. ]
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Infernal lettering in flesh and blood can only bode ill, even without a devil in sight. Had someone bartered with his body and soul? The potential sparks alertness into his veins. ]
I โ off the cuff? [ Normally, heโd consult his books for a translation. ] I could try.
[ Gale rises without thinking, drawn to a puzzle on instinct, but stalls after two steps. One hand worries at the other. ]
May I take a closer look?