Astarion appears at the door a few moments later. The room behind him has good bones - gilded wallpaper, fine hardwood flooring - but the beds are narrow and grubby, and there's no other soft furnishings to speak of. And no windows.
"There you are, darling. I didn't ask - how was the chaos for you?"
"Ah. Yes. I did the same, briefly. Not as much fun as I'd have liked," he says absently, as he's reaching into the bag for the sheathed blade. He can already feel the magic in it is still present, the suppressive edge to the blade still sharp. "Thank you again, John."
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Astarion appears at the door a few moments later. The room behind him has good bones - gilded wallpaper, fine hardwood flooring - but the beds are narrow and grubby, and there's no other soft furnishings to speak of. And no windows.
"There you are, darling. I didn't ask - how was the chaos for you?"
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He didn't love it, no. But he'll hold out the bag for Astarion, letting go of one handle so it gaped open for him to see.
"Here you go. Let me know if you need anything else?"
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"Ah. Yes. I did the same, briefly. Not as much fun as I'd have liked," he says absently, as he's reaching into the bag for the sheathed blade. He can already feel the magic in it is still present, the suppressive edge to the blade still sharp. "Thank you again, John."
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He catches the other handle once Astarion's hand is out, closing the top.
"And I'll see you at the art gazebo. When you're feeling it."