[Straight from a bandit camp and into a wedding. Astarion's life was bordering on incomprehensible at this point. Still, he couldn't bring himself to care. He wasn't going to be resting on the ground again tonight, and his clothes were clean again. All he needed now was something to drink. Maybe some entertainment.
Speaking of.]
And walk in on the newlyweds? Never. [Though his tone says otherwise.] I'd rather not offend the locals so soon.
II!
Speaking of.]
And walk in on the newlyweds? Never. [Though his tone says otherwise.] I'd rather not offend the locals so soon.