[It takes entirely too long for Astarion to come back to meet them.
When he does, he doesn't look too particularly content, either: blood staining the cuff of one of his sleeves, black fur an utter mess across his front— all punctuated by the stormiest of expressions that somehow manages not to recede into the shadows of his hood.]
Right.
[Grouchy right. Acidic right. The kind of expectant right that means there's momentum attached to it, most likely. An urge to leave about as quickly as possible.]
Job's done. The man will undoubtedly weep once we've bolted.
[Don't ask.]
Tell me you've made some sort of progress out here.
[It's been like what, fifteen— twenty minutes? Surely that means everything's been going just fine and the mission's almost done, right?
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When he does, he doesn't look too particularly content, either: blood staining the cuff of one of his sleeves, black fur an utter mess across his front— all punctuated by the stormiest of expressions that somehow manages not to recede into the shadows of his hood.]
Right.
[Grouchy right. Acidic right. The kind of expectant right that means there's momentum attached to it, most likely. An urge to leave about as quickly as possible.]
Job's done. The man will undoubtedly weep once we've bolted.
[Don't ask.]
Tell me you've made some sort of progress out here.
[It's been like what, fifteen— twenty minutes? Surely that means everything's been going just fine and the mission's almost done, right?
...right.]