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    Astarion peeked over Gale's shoulder, drawing closer to him than he ever had before. It had been a tenday since he'd begun this dance with their funny little wizard, and the time to strike was drawing ever-closer. While the stew in the pot did look appetizing, even to someone who did not eat, this close to Gale, Astarion found himself distracted by Gale's scent. Lavender oil in his hair, a few strands clinging to Astarion's cheek as he fully tucked his chin over Gale's purple-clad shoulder. The bodily funk of a man who had naught more than a chilly river to bathe in. The too-sweet scent of rot that seeped into the air from the orb.

    And something else. Something... similar to blood, at least in its metallic nature, but also akin to mint? Cooling as it passed through his nose. Like a breath of sparkling, snow-dusted winter air. It was unlike anything Astarion had ever encountered before.


    Astarion decides to pay a visit to Waterdeep (and his favorite wizard), only to intercept Gale just as he is about to embark on a mysterious journey into the Sword Mountains.

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    10 May 2025