[He clearly perks up at the notion that Astarion would have something to show him, as well, a smile crossing him. He rubs the back of his neck; as his palm brushes the cut Orin left in his skin along the tendrils that rise from the orb, it stings just enough to give him pause. He should probably have Shadowheart take a look at those lacerations she left on him, just in case.
For later, though. Astarion seems a tad nervous, and while Gale can't discern the reason quite yet, he's eager to get their day started. He gestures to the door.]
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[He clearly perks up at the notion that Astarion would have something to show him, as well, a smile crossing him. He rubs the back of his neck; as his palm brushes the cut Orin left in his skin along the tendrils that rise from the orb, it stings just enough to give him pause. He should probably have Shadowheart take a look at those lacerations she left on him, just in case.
For later, though. Astarion seems a tad nervous, and while Gale can't discern the reason quite yet, he's eager to get their day started. He gestures to the door.]
Shall we?