"How lucky we are that our unwashed primitive masses are seen fit to be added to whatever these other worlds are out there in this Empire, then."

Astarion could imagine their unrest already. All the nobles quaking in their boots, worried about what this meant for them and their fortunes. Drow down in the Underdark plotting already. The rich squirreling away their valuables to buy favors once that otherworldly presence became comfortable in their midst.

More than a politician, Astarion thought that what Thrawn needed was a representative from this world. Someone who could slither into the social scene beyond the stars to both have a finger on the pulse of the political scene there while also knowing the intricacies of Faerûn. An ambassador more so than a magistrate.

A voice for the people.

Astarion was of the opinion that much like his appearance, his voice was beautiful. But how would Faerûn feel about someone unknown- him- speaking on their behalf if he voiced that particular thought? The civilians would probably not even raise an eyebrow. The masses rarely got to have a voice, after all. That was just the way of things.

The rich and powerful though.

They'd certainly have thoughts and words about it.

His brows raised slightly as Thrawn leaned in then, looking a tad curious. So vampires were only a thing on Faerûn- or at least, it seemed to be that way. That was interesting.

"Perhaps we should discuss this somewhere a bit more private. There are a few conditions that need to be accommodated for, after all."