[At least, at this juncture, they've much improved from the state they were in during the spectator fight -- that is, bleeding from the side and bearing a pounding headache behind the eyes. Still worn, still tired, but that seems to be the default for "adventuring" travelers like themselves, and Astarion perks up as Winter nears. He raises his brows at him.

(And notes the wine, too. How thoughtful of him.)]

Oh, yes. Very. At least, I make do with whatever we manage to pick up along the way. In this case... [He closes the book, then turns to read from its spine.] The Traveler's Guide to the Sword Coast, Volume 4.

I don't know where 1, 2, or 3 have gone off to, but maybe I'll find them along the way.