[ By the time they finally, finally settle down for the night, the pain behind Winterβs eyes has faded to a dull sort of throb, much more easily ignored than when it was searing and sharp. Having taken some time to wash the dried blood and general grime of crawling around through the Underdark away, he meanders over to the by now familiar sight of Astarion reading near his tent. ]
That must be quite the captivating read.
[ Heβs here! And he brought wine, an unopened bottle held loosely in one hand. ]
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That must be quite the captivating read.
[ Heβs here! And he brought wine, an unopened bottle held loosely in one hand. ]