[That vision leaves Astarion shaking as well, his hands trembling over Gale's as his eyes dart from the glow of the orb to the wizard's face to the dust smeared with the sweat on his chest.
His expression is raw and terrified for a heartbeat of a moment before panic takes over.]
What in the nine hells was that?! I thought you had the damned thing under control!
[His voice pitches high with anxiety, he's freaking out.]
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His expression is raw and terrified for a heartbeat of a moment before panic takes over.]
What in the nine hells was that?! I thought you had the damned thing under control!
[His voice pitches high with anxiety, he's freaking out.]