[ Cazador. Nikolai takes note of the name, eyes narrowing. If Cazador is indeed here, Nikolai will find him. He has a great deal of confidence in his own abilities and there aren't so many people in this city that a man could hide indefinitely. Once he finds him, well... Nikolai's not so sure what he will do. But it won't be pretty.
Because from the way Astarion says it, 'master' is not a synonym for teacher or employer. He says master like he means owner. Slavery may be officially illegal in Nikolai's world, but it still happens. Nikolai had come across a few ships with chained human cargo in their holds, during his years as Sturmhond. He had not been merciful then, and he doesn't intend to be now. ]
Has this happened before, since you came here?
[ Nikolai doesn't know enough about this place to guess whether someone could influence it from another world. If Astarion's so-called 'punishment' is coming from his own world... Nikolai isn't sure how that could be prevented. ]
Rh Positive?
[ The words have no significance to him, but Nikolai gets to his feet and begins to search the section that Astarion gestured towards. The bags are foreign to him, but then, so is much of the packaged food and drink in this place. It's not until he is reaching for one that Nikolai sees the label and it clicks into place.
It's not wine, as he had assumed, but blood.
He does look back to Astarion, then, a small but undeniable double take. When it's clear that, yes, he had grabbed the right thing, Nikolai's brain begins working in overtime. This is blood, and Astarion wants to drink it. He called it a gift of his master's. That means...
Ravka does not only have folktales about firebirds and heroic kings. There are monsters, too. Dead creatures that need to drink the blood of the living to sustain themselves.
Nikolai takes it in stride. His hesitation is noticeable, but he swiftly recovers, reaching for the shelf again and grabbing a second bag. ]
Hmm. I'm bringing you two. You look like you could use it.
[ He declares it with a brusque friendliness, as if this man had not just revealed that he's a monster out of legend. Nikolai would have to be the worst kind of hypocrite to turn on him for that.
Nikolai hands over the bags and sits back down. ]
I'm Nikolai, by the way. You're a kilyklava?
[ It's not the first time Nikolai has met a creature he'd thought only existed in stories. In fact, it's becoming quite a common occurrence in his life. ]
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Because from the way Astarion says it, 'master' is not a synonym for teacher or employer. He says master like he means owner. Slavery may be officially illegal in Nikolai's world, but it still happens. Nikolai had come across a few ships with chained human cargo in their holds, during his years as Sturmhond. He had not been merciful then, and he doesn't intend to be now. ]
Has this happened before, since you came here?
[ Nikolai doesn't know enough about this place to guess whether someone could influence it from another world. If Astarion's so-called 'punishment' is coming from his own world... Nikolai isn't sure how that could be prevented. ]
Rh Positive?
[ The words have no significance to him, but Nikolai gets to his feet and begins to search the section that Astarion gestured towards. The bags are foreign to him, but then, so is much of the packaged food and drink in this place. It's not until he is reaching for one that Nikolai sees the label and it clicks into place.
It's not wine, as he had assumed, but blood.
He does look back to Astarion, then, a small but undeniable double take. When it's clear that, yes, he had grabbed the right thing, Nikolai's brain begins working in overtime. This is blood, and Astarion wants to drink it. He called it a gift of his master's. That means...
Ravka does not only have folktales about firebirds and heroic kings. There are monsters, too. Dead creatures that need to drink the blood of the living to sustain themselves.
Nikolai takes it in stride. His hesitation is noticeable, but he swiftly recovers, reaching for the shelf again and grabbing a second bag. ]
Hmm. I'm bringing you two. You look like you could use it.
[ He declares it with a brusque friendliness, as if this man had not just revealed that he's a monster out of legend. Nikolai would have to be the worst kind of hypocrite to turn on him for that.
Nikolai hands over the bags and sits back down. ]
I'm Nikolai, by the way. You're a kilyklava?
[ It's not the first time Nikolai has met a creature he'd thought only existed in stories. In fact, it's becoming quite a common occurrence in his life. ]