"Haven't run into any other adventuring types then, I assume."
Thrawn did look like a drow from a distance, sure. But that would never deter any adventuring types. Or the adventurous types. Though Astarion imagined that those were just scared off by the man's very serious-looking guards. Similar to how he could run people off by smiling a bit too widely.
His wrapped chalice in hand, he followed along to the Elfsong- giving a familiar though not quite friendly wave to the man tending the bar to assert himself as a regular. And he was, in a way. Not a regular in the normal sense, of course. But Thrawn had no way of knowing that- and now they both had a sense that the other was protected. Thrawn by his guards, Astarion by the fact that his face was known here.
He was happy to make himself comfortable too- pouring himself a glass of wine and taking a sip. It was a good vintage. The sort he was getting used to enjoying again, as compared to the swill he'd gotten used to on the road.
"Oh, I can think of a few. Why me for example. I know it's not just because I'm chattier than most."
He wasn't that stupid. Something had obviously caught Thrawn's attention. And he was keen on figuring out what or why- with the hope of being able to use it to his advantage.
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Thrawn did look like a drow from a distance, sure. But that would never deter any adventuring types. Or the adventurous types. Though Astarion imagined that those were just scared off by the man's very serious-looking guards. Similar to how he could run people off by smiling a bit too widely.
His wrapped chalice in hand, he followed along to the Elfsong- giving a familiar though not quite friendly wave to the man tending the bar to assert himself as a regular. And he was, in a way. Not a regular in the normal sense, of course. But Thrawn had no way of knowing that- and now they both had a sense that the other was protected. Thrawn by his guards, Astarion by the fact that his face was known here.
He was happy to make himself comfortable too- pouring himself a glass of wine and taking a sip. It was a good vintage. The sort he was getting used to enjoying again, as compared to the swill he'd gotten used to on the road.
"Oh, I can think of a few. Why me for example. I know it's not just because I'm chattier than most."
He wasn't that stupid. Something had obviously caught Thrawn's attention. And he was keen on figuring out what or why- with the hope of being able to use it to his advantage.