[The waiter waddles by on its tail fins. Don't ask how!]
He... did what?
[Now, such a thing isn't unheard of--the despicable nature of betrayal--especially when one runs in criminal, shady circles like Astarion once did, before all the tadpole nonsense. But it still surprises him, perhaps because imagining something happening to Winter, a friend of his, really does twist uncomfortably in his chest.]
Gods. What a cad. [He'd almost be impressed, if it had happened to someone else.] And this deal, was it... palatable?
[The warlock he knew before Winter did not, ah. Exactly get along with his patron.]
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He... did what?
[Now, such a thing isn't unheard of--the despicable nature of betrayal--especially when one runs in criminal, shady circles like Astarion once did, before all the tadpole nonsense. But it still surprises him, perhaps because imagining something happening to Winter, a friend of his, really does twist uncomfortably in his chest.]
Gods. What a cad. [He'd almost be impressed, if it had happened to someone else.] And this deal, was it... palatable?
[The warlock he knew before Winter did not, ah. Exactly get along with his patron.]