And all because you took care of your old master - in a manner of speaking.
[He leans into Astarion's fingers, his smile wide. He gestures with his free hand, but with his lack of focus, it takes a second before he manages to conjure a cushioned chaise lounge into existence.]
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[He leans into Astarion's fingers, his smile wide. He gestures with his free hand, but with his lack of focus, it takes a second before he manages to conjure a cushioned chaise lounge into existence.]