[Karlach catches Gale's eye on the way into the tent and gives him an approving nod; the wizard grinds his teeth and makes a mental note to speak with her later, hoping to catch any rumors before they start.

The tent is just as nice as the first time. Here's hoping this evening doesn't end with Astarion storming off again. That was an expensive bottle, and he's not sure when he'll have a chance to get another. Taking the indicated seat, he politely declines Astarion's offer.]

None for me, thank you. Probably best that I keep my head clear for now. Wouldn't want everything you're about to teach me to go in one ear and right out the other.