Perhaps if Kostos were animated and smiling and spoke with flourish, this would count as doing the Antivan half of his ancestors proud. But his delivery is all Nevarran—or all him, anyway, a little dark and a little quiet, only a few steps above reflectively talking to himself, looking evenly at Loghain over the cup’s rim. He wears his age well, and likely his armor, though it wouldn’t matter much if he didn’t. The firelight likely does them both favors.
“But tonight you are halfway there,” he adds, while the fingers of his free hand fan out at his side to indicate, generally, himself, standing here and propositioning. “If you send me away now there may be time for second offer.”
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Perhaps if Kostos were animated and smiling and spoke with flourish, this would count as doing the Antivan half of his ancestors proud. But his delivery is all Nevarran—or all him, anyway, a little dark and a little quiet, only a few steps above reflectively talking to himself, looking evenly at Loghain over the cup’s rim. He wears his age well, and likely his armor, though it wouldn’t matter much if he didn’t. The firelight likely does them both favors.
“But tonight you are halfway there,” he adds, while the fingers of his free hand fan out at his side to indicate, generally, himself, standing here and propositioning. “If you send me away now there may be time for second offer.”
Perhaps he is doing his Antivan half half proud.