As much is evident in the way the tension in his shoulders relaxes a little way; tension that hadn't necessarily been obvious beforehand, but now that it's loosened is easily identifiable for what it was. The thoughtful look, the long moment of consideration — it would seem Daan is a person who understands the value of doing what's best for them, which means their methods may very well be in alignment for the time being.
Good to know.
"Well fortunately for you, my own talents will more than make up for any such deficits you bring — or rather, don't bring to the table," is his arch reply, the smile at his lips turning a shade more smug. For better or for worse, Astarion has always had a knack for getting what he wants, and if Daan has no qualms with stealing from the druids then it seems a viable option to consider.
"And do you know, I can't remember the last time I worked with a lookout," he continues, a bark of that sing-song laughter escaping him. Something stinging turns in his stomach — he's never needed a lookout because he was always too good at stealing those poor wretches back to Cazador — and he learned early on that the people of Baldur's Gate are far more likely to guard their possessions than they are their loved ones.
He pushes the thought away and lets the laughter linger on his lips.
"What fun! Perhaps we should put it to the others on the morrow, hm?"
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Astarion approves.
As much is evident in the way the tension in his shoulders relaxes a little way; tension that hadn't necessarily been obvious beforehand, but now that it's loosened is easily identifiable for what it was. The thoughtful look, the long moment of consideration — it would seem Daan is a person who understands the value of doing what's best for them, which means their methods may very well be in alignment for the time being.
Good to know.
"Well fortunately for you, my own talents will more than make up for any such deficits you bring — or rather, don't bring to the table," is his arch reply, the smile at his lips turning a shade more smug. For better or for worse, Astarion has always had a knack for getting what he wants, and if Daan has no qualms with stealing from the druids then it seems a viable option to consider.
"And do you know, I can't remember the last time I worked with a lookout," he continues, a bark of that sing-song laughter escaping him. Something stinging turns in his stomach — he's never needed a lookout because he was always too good at stealing those poor wretches back to Cazador — and he learned early on that the people of Baldur's Gate are far more likely to guard their possessions than they are their loved ones.
He pushes the thought away and lets the laughter linger on his lips.
"What fun! Perhaps we should put it to the others on the morrow, hm?"