[Bless Winter for letting him keep some dignity, because he definitely will be hanging onto whatever is left of it when, quite all of a sudden, there's another comical poof!, and the little bat is engulfed with a plume of smoke that expands and then wisps up high into the air.
Leaving... Astarion. Elf Astarion. Utterly and completely naked. But seated in his chair, at least, elbows leaning in, hunched over the very small glass of blood with its tiny straw.]
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[Bless Winter for letting him keep some dignity, because he definitely will be hanging onto whatever is left of it when, quite all of a sudden, there's another comical poof!, and the little bat is engulfed with a plume of smoke that expands and then wisps up high into the air.
Leaving... Astarion. Elf Astarion. Utterly and completely naked. But seated in his chair, at least, elbows leaning in, hunched over the very small glass of blood with its tiny straw.]
I... Er.