[They're going to be here a while, yes. All the more reason to enjoy that wine while they have it.
Astarion sets his book away in his nearby pack—blasted thing is already getting too heavy for his liking—then spreads a hand to indicate any empty space within his little personal area for the other to sit. (It’s certainly not the height of luxury in here; they might just have to sit cross-legged on the floor, really.)]
Not at all. How can I turn away both wine and a good drink?
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Astarion sets his book away in his nearby pack—blasted thing is already getting too heavy for his liking—then spreads a hand to indicate any empty space within his little personal area for the other to sit. (It’s certainly not the height of luxury in here; they might just have to sit cross-legged on the floor, really.)]
Not at all. How can I turn away both wine and a good drink?
[Ha. See what he did there?]