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23.03.2024, 16:45
You watch her as she crosses her arms. Eyes wandering over your body. Most likely trying to read you as much as you're trying to read her. You've tought yourself the patience of doing so a long time ago. To read people. To understand them. To find their weaknesses. All for the sole purpose of luring some sad soul into Cazadors claws. Just so he'll put out his frustrations on someone else than you.
You still do it. Hard to shake it off even though you're far from him and his orders. The last meal you were hunting for him was evaporized right in front of your eyes. Although they probably didn't disappear into thin air. They just found a new home in one of the tubes. Just like you did. If they're lucky they got out. If not - well, you assume that fate's still a lot better than getting sucked dry by Cazador himself.
The corners of your mouth rise. Slightly. Intrigued by her undying optimism. Although optimism might not be the right word for her motivations. She's interested in gold. You're interested in freedom. There's a slight difference there but - doesn't mean you can't be convinced to hand over the dagger in exchange for some good coin.
Oh, sweetheart. Underestimating me, are you? (disappointed sigh) You wound me with your lack of faith.
You hold your hand to your chest. Pretending to be deeply offended. (And maybe you are. A little bit. Do you not look like a man of class? What makes her think you wouldn't know what to sell this for?)
For you, Imza, I suppose I could entertain the idea of trimming down the price a bit.
Finger to your chin. Slightly tapping it like in thought. It's all an act. Like everything else you do.
How about 200 coin and -
You step closer. Tip of the dagger tapping against her collarbone. It's the necklace you're interested in. You wonder if she'll get the point - or if she'll need some help to it.
You still do it. Hard to shake it off even though you're far from him and his orders. The last meal you were hunting for him was evaporized right in front of your eyes. Although they probably didn't disappear into thin air. They just found a new home in one of the tubes. Just like you did. If they're lucky they got out. If not - well, you assume that fate's still a lot better than getting sucked dry by Cazador himself.
The corners of your mouth rise. Slightly. Intrigued by her undying optimism. Although optimism might not be the right word for her motivations. She's interested in gold. You're interested in freedom. There's a slight difference there but - doesn't mean you can't be convinced to hand over the dagger in exchange for some good coin.
Astarion
You hold your hand to your chest. Pretending to be deeply offended. (And maybe you are. A little bit. Do you not look like a man of class? What makes her think you wouldn't know what to sell this for?)
Astarion
Finger to your chin. Slightly tapping it like in thought. It's all an act. Like everything else you do.
Astarion
You step closer. Tip of the dagger tapping against her collarbone. It's the necklace you're interested in. You wonder if she'll get the point - or if she'll need some help to it.
