"I hear the Underdark is lovely this time of year," Astarion commented, tone light and conversational. Anyone around who might catch bits of their chat would likely be reassured by it, given that the way Astarion spoke indicated that the drow he was talking to was Seldarine and thus less worth being anxious about.

Drow had not been directly behind the Netherbrain and everything else that had happened, but tensions were still running a tad high in the aftermath of it all. Better if they were reassured that everything was quite fine.

That was part of why Astarion had holed up in the Elfsong too. He was a familiar face here. Just another adventurer.

He held up a hand to motion to a tiefling waitress, and then held up two fingers- unspoken communication to bring them a few glasses of wine. Thrawn had sat down next to him so Astarion assumed the man was staying for a chat. He set a couple of pieces of gold on the table so Lakrissa could just pick them up when she brought their wine.

"You missed something quite eventful indeed. I wasn't here for it myself," He lied, "But news travels fast even here. Nautiloids, mind flayers... A gigantic elder brain. One could be surprised the city's still standing."