The scent of his blood alerted Astarion to Thrawn's presence long before he spoke, though he only looked up once the man came to a halt in front of where he was seated, looking up and offering a smile, "I am."
Perhaps the normal thing to do was be less eager or even apprehensive about the doubtlessly large change it would be to leave Faerûn and even Toril itself entirely behind. To muse about how easily all that was important in life could fit inside a small bag. Astarion had never been the sentimental sort though.
And honestly he was looking forward to being in a place where he wouldn't need to worry about some cleric or paladin refusing to see him as a person and shoving a stake through his ribs or breaking down the door to where he was staying to drag him out into the sun to roast and turn to cinders.
"Shall we?" He asked, as he drained the last of his wine from his glass before reaching down to grab his bag and standing up. There was nothing holding him back, so he saw no reason to stall for more time.
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Perhaps the normal thing to do was be less eager or even apprehensive about the doubtlessly large change it would be to leave Faerûn and even Toril itself entirely behind. To muse about how easily all that was important in life could fit inside a small bag. Astarion had never been the sentimental sort though.
And honestly he was looking forward to being in a place where he wouldn't need to worry about some cleric or paladin refusing to see him as a person and shoving a stake through his ribs or breaking down the door to where he was staying to drag him out into the sun to roast and turn to cinders.
"Shall we?" He asked, as he drained the last of his wine from his glass before reaching down to grab his bag and standing up. There was nothing holding him back, so he saw no reason to stall for more time.