Out of thin air comes Enver and, for the briefest of moments, relief from everything. It's there in a flash, just the sight of him alive is enough. But then the details start to filter in. The beyond wary, desperate panic to orient himself. The red welt, just visible enough between the laces of his shirt. The way, after he draws himself into such a defensive posture, he is forced upward until he's ramrod straight. The blood dripping from his gauntlets.
What he sees in return is the drow half-elf paladin with his companions at his back, very much looking like a fight is close at hand. The briefest glimpse of relief is visible, one that switches almost immediately to pure anger. As pure as fire itself, stoked from a place of such intense feeling that it threatens to take on a life of its own. It's a new expression, one that never made an appearance before Orin had assumed leadership of the cult of Bhaal.
When I start talking, do it.
A message sent to Astarion using the connection of their tadpoles. The ring on his own finger a new addition the moment he set foot inside Devil's Fee.
"What kind of fool do you take me for?" He finally asks, forcing his eyes away from Enver so that they land squarely on Raphael again. He's stalling for long enough that Astarion has the opportunity to stealth the partner ring to his own onto Enver's finger. A tall order, but one that the elf had insisted was child's play.
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What he sees in return is the drow half-elf paladin with his companions at his back, very much looking like a fight is close at hand. The briefest glimpse of relief is visible, one that switches almost immediately to pure anger. As pure as fire itself, stoked from a place of such intense feeling that it threatens to take on a life of its own. It's a new expression, one that never made an appearance before Orin had assumed leadership of the cult of Bhaal.
When I start talking, do it.
A message sent to Astarion using the connection of their tadpoles. The ring on his own finger a new addition the moment he set foot inside Devil's Fee.
"What kind of fool do you take me for?" He finally asks, forcing his eyes away from Enver so that they land squarely on Raphael again. He's stalling for long enough that Astarion has the opportunity to stealth the partner ring to his own onto Enver's finger. A tall order, but one that the elf had insisted was child's play.