[Astarion gives a hum in response, moving to rest his hand over Gale's chest, over the orb.]
If we're to return the crown to your goddess, I see no reason why she wouldn't manage the matter of this orb for you. If not, I think that I might have words with her.
[From the tone of his voice, Gale can easily tell that Astarion is very ready to throw down with a goddess if it means sparing Gale from the difficulty that the orb poses. His hand curls possessively, his nose pressing against the nape of Gale's neck.]
There's spells enough to restore your vitality, aren't there? Your friend Elminster's been around for centuries. There's no reason the same can't be true for you.
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If we're to return the crown to your goddess, I see no reason why she wouldn't manage the matter of this orb for you. If not, I think that I might have words with her.
[From the tone of his voice, Gale can easily tell that Astarion is very ready to throw down with a goddess if it means sparing Gale from the difficulty that the orb poses. His hand curls possessively, his nose pressing against the nape of Gale's neck.]
There's spells enough to restore your vitality, aren't there? Your friend Elminster's been around for centuries. There's no reason the same can't be true for you.