[His eyes flick over Astarion, taking in the hollow glint of his eyes and the glistening of his fangs— not to mention those wickedly sharp talons that might rival his own gauntlets.
And then he gives Astarion a teasing look which says, in a word: sure.]
Fearsome indeed, to threaten me with a pillow.
[Is all he'll say about that, though he isn't bothering to hide the smile anymore.]
But I ask only because Kirkwall has a well-deserved reputation for violence, too. If it is anything like when I left it, gangs stroll the streets as they please and pick the pockets of whatever fools are unlucky enough to cross their paths. Knowing your way around a blade is a useful skill— frankly, it's a necessary one.
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And then he gives Astarion a teasing look which says, in a word: sure.]
Fearsome indeed, to threaten me with a pillow.
[Is all he'll say about that, though he isn't bothering to hide the smile anymore.]
But I ask only because Kirkwall has a well-deserved reputation for violence, too. If it is anything like when I left it, gangs stroll the streets as they please and pick the pockets of whatever fools are unlucky enough to cross their paths. Knowing your way around a blade is a useful skill— frankly, it's a necessary one.