[Astarion did feel it, that constant want, an almost hunger -- but not in the way he experiences it, no. A desire for knowledge, to know and expand that knowledge constantly.]
What sort of things? Anything at all?
[His patron, then, must be thrilled about the veritable library of books they've picked up during their travels, Astarion thinks to himself wryly.]
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What sort of things? Anything at all?
[His patron, then, must be thrilled about the veritable library of books they've picked up during their travels, Astarion thinks to himself wryly.]