—hah! [Comes on so brightly that Astarion's eyes glitter like shined rubies in the dark, flaring with enthralled amusement abruptly bordering on giddiness. Too much of him thinks of the trances of elves or half-elves— that transcend awareness to dream not of subconscious dross the way vampires and other humanoid creatures do, but roam outside their own bodies, unbound.
Lone rafts upon an astral sea.
In a theoretically isolated portion of the world tree such as this one, it makes far too much sense that demons would adapt and seek out their prey through other means. His ensuing scoff punctuates that point, albeit sans translation.]
Perhaps we truly are celestially bound. Your....Fade, your demons and their mercenary opportunistic tendencies may not look like anything I've ever seen, but it sounds all too familiar.
Do your demons only make their bartered contracts in that Fade? [The Fade, he then corrects, having already heard the specifics dwelling inside Fenris' usage of the word.]
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Lone rafts upon an astral sea.
In a theoretically isolated portion of the world tree such as this one, it makes far too much sense that demons would adapt and seek out their prey through other means. His ensuing scoff punctuates that point, albeit sans translation.]
Perhaps we truly are celestially bound. Your....Fade, your demons and their mercenary opportunistic tendencies may not look like anything I've ever seen, but it sounds all too familiar.
Do your demons only make their bartered contracts in that Fade? [The Fade, he then corrects, having already heard the specifics dwelling inside Fenris' usage of the word.]