As you wish. [Comes as the more immediate response whilst whatever scant unbroken claws stay latched on in momentum's triumphant return to center stage, princess' hooves shifting forwards into the slower slide-trot downwards into mud: no particular inflection attached, Astarion knows he's too far out of his own element to try and charm the city guard, or—
He drops his eyes down towards his palm. Tucks it tighter around the back of Fenris' armor, trying to smother its rich light. Given the scope of everything, he can't be certain something like that would do more good or harm, and conformity is always, always a solid bet.]
It's....[another cast-off glance, another view of something grand and dust-tinged and too striking to describe: the plumes of belching smoke above dark water and high walls, the statues and grim chains and— are those spikes??] ....not what I expected.
[The truth, halting as it rattles loose, dumbstruck.]
I've seen warding decoration before, but on a scale like this? Hells, it certainly doesn't pull its punches when it comes to making threats to any would-be invaders, does it?
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He drops his eyes down towards his palm. Tucks it tighter around the back of Fenris' armor, trying to smother its rich light. Given the scope of everything, he can't be certain something like that would do more good or harm, and conformity is always, always a solid bet.]
It's....[another cast-off glance, another view of something grand and dust-tinged and too striking to describe: the plumes of belching smoke above dark water and high walls, the statues and grim chains and— are those spikes??] ....not what I expected.
[The truth, halting as it rattles loose, dumbstruck.]
I've seen warding decoration before, but on a scale like this? Hells, it certainly doesn't pull its punches when it comes to making threats to any would-be invaders, does it?