So. Snatched up to serve as someone's pawn. For the second time in a tenday. How. How was his luck so rotten?
Still, apparently the lich responsible wasn't competent enough to keep a hold on him. And he's even more thoroughly out of Cazador's reach now. How can he argue with that? ...As long as the tadpole in his skull behaves. It wasn't as if they'd been making much progress on controlling the little beasts anyway. Maybe he could make a better attempt at that here.
But more immediately, he was back to civilization. No more rustic living. Clean clothes. And people everywhere, overindulging in the wine. Gods, if he was finally going to get a chance to bite something, it would be here.
The only slight point of worry was the man with red eyes. Had he been at the festivities before sundown? Did he have a reflection? Even if he wasn't a true vampire, a spawn could mean their lord was somewhere nearby.
Alright. It was more than a slight worry, it was a fixation. All Astarion could do was keep a veneer of good humor and never let the man out of his sight. "Only the weddings worth attending," he said breezily, "though the rites do seem a little sudden. They asked me to be a groom." On the first night? Absolutely not.
IV. Wedding night shenanigans!
Still, apparently the lich responsible wasn't competent enough to keep a hold on him. And he's even more thoroughly out of Cazador's reach now. How can he argue with that? ...As long as the tadpole in his skull behaves. It wasn't as if they'd been making much progress on controlling the little beasts anyway. Maybe he could make a better attempt at that here.
But more immediately, he was back to civilization. No more rustic living. Clean clothes. And people everywhere, overindulging in the wine. Gods, if he was finally going to get a chance to bite something, it would be here.
The only slight point of worry was the man with red eyes. Had he been at the festivities before sundown? Did he have a reflection? Even if he wasn't a true vampire, a spawn could mean their lord was somewhere nearby.
Alright. It was more than a slight worry, it was a fixation. All Astarion could do was keep a veneer of good humor and never let the man out of his sight. "Only the weddings worth attending," he said breezily, "though the rites do seem a little sudden. They asked me to be a groom." On the first night? Absolutely not.