[And out of one of those dingy bars, a voice floats out. Unknown to Leto, and thus utterly unremarkable at first— but his ears prick and swivel rapidly as he hears a familiar name.]
Where do you think Astarion went?
['Does it matter?' another voice answers sharply. It's a woman's voice, and it softens as she continues: 'I don't know. Somewhere far, if he had any sense. But Master would have heard if corpses started going missing in Waterdeep or Candlekeep . . . I don't know. More than likely he's dead somewhere.']
Master doesn't think so. He still refuses to believe it, and he would know . . . he must have some indication of how many of his spawn are still alive.
['Maybe. But—' Another sharp exhale, and the woman continues: 'As I said: it doesn't matter. And this is depressing me, Dalyria. Go check and see if the sun has gone down yet.'
Footsteps as a slim figure rises and sticks her head out of the shadowy doorway, only to scowl at the fight breaking out down the street, and all the gleaming daylight illuminating it.]
It hasn't, but there's a fight. Come see.
[Two sets of footsteps now, and neither tiefling nor drow (for that is what they are, no matter that they smell strangely familiar to his houndish nose) seems to notice Leto behind all those boxes.]
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Where do you think Astarion went?
['Does it matter?' another voice answers sharply. It's a woman's voice, and it softens as she continues: 'I don't know. Somewhere far, if he had any sense. But Master would have heard if corpses started going missing in Waterdeep or Candlekeep . . . I don't know. More than likely he's dead somewhere.']
Master doesn't think so. He still refuses to believe it, and he would know . . . he must have some indication of how many of his spawn are still alive.
['Maybe. But—' Another sharp exhale, and the woman continues: 'As I said: it doesn't matter. And this is depressing me, Dalyria. Go check and see if the sun has gone down yet.'
Footsteps as a slim figure rises and sticks her head out of the shadowy doorway, only to scowl at the fight breaking out down the street, and all the gleaming daylight illuminating it.]
It hasn't, but there's a fight. Come see.
[Two sets of footsteps now, and neither tiefling nor drow (for that is what they are, no matter that they smell strangely familiar to his houndish nose) seems to notice Leto behind all those boxes.]