just your shadow on your floor

[Zenisse Szereban]

« If it weren't for the tadpoles in your heads they'd be carving fountain deep holes into each other. »

She doesn't get it. It takes a second or two for you to realize but when you do - there's something fluttering in your chest and you can't quite say what it is. It's just - everyone makes Karlach out to be a terrible person. A mean devil. A blood lusting killer. A heartless wench. And then her she is. Right in front of you. Following your every step while she doesn't put two and two together. Because she doesn't know. Because this woman spent most of her formative years fighting off imps. Sure, yeah, you didn't have a normal upbringing either but you've spent most of your youth with the other urchins in your village. And despite all the miserable circumstances there was one common thread: gossip.

You wiggle your brows at her. Not saying anything just yet. Letting her sit with that uncertainty.

Zenisse

Oh, no, quite the opposite.

Unless of course Shadowheart and Lae'zel were about an entirely different thing. But you hardly doubt it. If it weren't for the tadpoles in your heads they'd be carving fountain deep holes into each other. Luckily - there are worms.

Zenisse

I don't know if it's good. Or bad. Or both.

Coming to an halt when your eyes catch a table full of potions. Might be something handy over there.

Zenisse

But you know who probably does know?

Reaching for a bottle before turning towards Karlach again.

Zenisse

Imzas little fun book.

Raising your index finger like you've had the greatest idea. Of course you didn't. At least not that kind of idea. You won't secretly read her private notes to herself. All you're trying to say here: you wouldn't be surprised if Astarion managed to be reason for one or two filled pages.