[And it's the certainty in Astarion's voice that unnerves him above all else. He isn't wary in the sense of feeling as though he's about to leap for his blade— but wary, maybe, in the sense that something is wrong. The hairs on the back of his neck prickle; despite the summer air, a chill ripples through him.]
I have never heard of such a place— not now, nor in the past.
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[And it's the certainty in Astarion's voice that unnerves him above all else. He isn't wary in the sense of feeling as though he's about to leap for his blade— but wary, maybe, in the sense that something is wrong. The hairs on the back of his neck prickle; despite the summer air, a chill ripples through him.]
I have never heard of such a place— not now, nor in the past.
[And then, more plainly:]
Now: how did you know I hadn't?