It's a pair of hands falling on slight shoulders, delicate and soothing as they settle in across the fabric of Allumin's tunic— direct enough to be grounding to even the most inebriated of souls. His tone is light, his voice sweet, and with luck the entire combination will somehow save the entirety of the tavern's current populace from this poor fool's miserable moaning.
And in turn, of course, that will ensure none of Astarion's nightly quarry escapes before he's had so much as the opportunity to fleece them.
"Much as I understand the need to bleed dry one's own miseries, I'm afraid the only thing your talk of other worlds is going to net you here is trouble."
when in Kirkwall...
It's a pair of hands falling on slight shoulders, delicate and soothing as they settle in across the fabric of Allumin's tunic— direct enough to be grounding to even the most inebriated of souls. His tone is light, his voice sweet, and with luck the entire combination will somehow save the entirety of the tavern's current populace from this poor fool's miserable moaning.
And in turn, of course, that will ensure none of Astarion's nightly quarry escapes before he's had so much as the opportunity to fleece them.
"Much as I understand the need to bleed dry one's own miseries, I'm afraid the only thing your talk of other worlds is going to net you here is trouble."