[ Distinct and already beginning to go purple and green around the edges, in contrast to the monochrome of the inky black tendrils crawling delicately over his skin. ]
You don't look much better than me, you know.
[ They all look like they've been through hell. But there's no real bite (ha) in the words. He breathes a small huff of amusement through his nose and offers Astarion a crooked grin. ]
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You don't look much better than me, you know.
[ They all look like they've been through hell. But there's no real bite (ha) in the words. He breathes a small huff of amusement through his nose and offers Astarion a crooked grin. ]
Good night, Astarion.