With it gone, his hackles...lower. Carefully. Slowly.
He'll always be guarded, but at least with the shadow over Emet-Selch's shoulder dissipated, Astarion is far less wary of watching his companion sink wholly into the arms of possession.
"Who was that?" He asks, circling in front of his companion.
"What did he mean about sending him to his death?"
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He'll always be guarded, but at least with the shadow over Emet-Selch's shoulder dissipated, Astarion is far less wary of watching his companion sink wholly into the arms of possession.
"Who was that?" He asks, circling in front of his companion.
"What did he mean about sending him to his death?"