[ So it is one of the city's tricks. Astarion stops fiddling with the cuffs and shoots a glare at the ceiling. ]
Ugh, of course. And how did he manage to free himself, hmm? Or is he still plodding around in shackles?
[ If it's the latter, Astarion might just decide to get acquainted with the city's resurrection logistics sooner rather than later. Or, even better, convince his new compatriot to get acquainted with them himself. It's not like they can keep him cuffed to another person if only one of them is waking up under the city, after all. And if one of them wakes up cuffed alone as a result, like the man says, it will still be preferable to being chained to another.
...Or maybe they can just saw the damned things off. That would be a good deal less messy.
As for if Astarion had done anything unlawful to earn these cuffs... There is a look of dawning realization on his face. ]
Ah, [ he says, the gears in his mind visibly turning as he tries to think of an inoffensive way to put this. ] Well. I may have gotten into a bit of an, uh... let's say, drunken altercation on my way home last night. Nothing too serious, you understand. But I suppose it was the sort of thing one might reasonably expect to spend a night in the cells for.
[ The explanation is at least 50% lies by weight. Astarion had been drinking beforehand, so "drunken" isn't inaccurate, but "altercation" is usually reserved for situations in which the other party can fight back. The boy hadn't resisted at all when Astarion had fed on his blood—and all he'd been able to do afterwards was scream. Something passes over Astarion's face, the briefest flash of a grimace.
And then it's gone, and he sighs in mere displeasure. ]
A lesson for the future, perhaps. You said you had a saw?
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Ugh, of course. And how did he manage to free himself, hmm? Or is he still plodding around in shackles?
[ If it's the latter, Astarion might just decide to get acquainted with the city's resurrection logistics sooner rather than later. Or, even better, convince his new compatriot to get acquainted with them himself. It's not like they can keep him cuffed to another person if only one of them is waking up under the city, after all. And if one of them wakes up cuffed alone as a result, like the man says, it will still be preferable to being chained to another.
...Or maybe they can just saw the damned things off. That would be a good deal less messy.
As for if Astarion had done anything unlawful to earn these cuffs... There is a look of dawning realization on his face. ]
Ah, [ he says, the gears in his mind visibly turning as he tries to think of an inoffensive way to put this. ] Well. I may have gotten into a bit of an, uh... let's say, drunken altercation on my way home last night. Nothing too serious, you understand. But I suppose it was the sort of thing one might reasonably expect to spend a night in the cells for.
[ The explanation is at least 50% lies by weight. Astarion had been drinking beforehand, so "drunken" isn't inaccurate, but "altercation" is usually reserved for situations in which the other party can fight back. The boy hadn't resisted at all when Astarion had fed on his blood—and all he'd been able to do afterwards was scream. Something passes over Astarion's face, the briefest flash of a grimace.
And then it's gone, and he sighs in mere displeasure. ]
A lesson for the future, perhaps. You said you had a saw?