from your hands to the heavens

[Imzhora Moonsong]

« (You would love to tell a good, long, poetic story about it, something heartfelt and emotional, but it is nothing of that sort. It is just a necklace, one you have stolen a dozen years ago. »

Imza

I am not interested in buying the dagger from you.

He can keep it, for all you care, if he wants it that badly. You won't give him any money, and -

especially not the necklace that you are wearing. (You would love to tell a good, long, poetic story about it, something heartfelt and emotional, but it is nothing of that sort. It is just a necklace, one you have stolen a dozen years ago. One that you cling to because it is beautiful, and because it reminds you of days that were hard, that were difficult to overcome. Times like these, right now, even though you don't let it show.)

Imza

I will find another.

You look around, gaze crossing Karlach's for a brief second - she is standing close to Zenisse, nothing out of the ordinary these days. You have felt that spark - literally - between them days ago already, from day one.
You look back at Astarion.

Imza

Something of more value.