[ That inhuman growl does give Astarion a bit of pause—quite literally stopping him in his tracks for a moment as he makes his way over—but not for long. At the sight of one of the barbed tendrils flinching and slithering away like a frightened garter snake, Astarion can't help but smirk. ]
Hm, [ he says, hum lilting up with approval. ] You make it look easy.
[ Certainly Astarion hadn't considered simply intimidating the plants into submission—though, he suspects the tiefling's threat had carried a touch more magic behind it than he himself would be capable of. No matter. ]
I'm fine, [ he says, waving off his new acquaintance's concern. ] But how about we find somewhere a little less hungry to chat, hmm?
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Hm, [ he says, hum lilting up with approval. ] You make it look easy.
[ Certainly Astarion hadn't considered simply intimidating the plants into submission—though, he suspects the tiefling's threat had carried a touch more magic behind it than he himself would be capable of. No matter. ]
I'm fine, [ he says, waving off his new acquaintance's concern. ] But how about we find somewhere a little less hungry to chat, hmm?