[ In answer, Gale fishes his favour from the depths of his robes. A silver pocket watch, silent when it ought to tick away. Stepping closer, he flicks it open: Its starry, shimmering face shows the incorrect time, stuck on the stroke of midnight. He tried casting mend earlier, but it only sputtered.
Broken wizard, broken clock, goes his working (hah) theory. He offers it to Astarion, tipping his open palm toward him. ]
Not necessarily a dangerous one. [ assuring, as always. His crooked mouth tugs higher on one side, encouraging. ]
Allow me to demonstrate. [ For an elf, Astarionβs rather out of touch with his magic. A side effect of the vampirism or his prickly personality. As such, itβs easier to show than tell. (And Gale so loves a show.) ] If you please.
[ A little more earnest there, well-aware heβs coaxing something of a stray cat to indulge his attentions. ]
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Broken wizard, broken clock, goes his working (hah) theory. He offers it to Astarion, tipping his open palm toward him. ]
Not necessarily a dangerous one. [ assuring, as always. His crooked mouth tugs higher on one side, encouraging. ]
Allow me to demonstrate. [ For an elf, Astarionβs rather out of touch with his magic. A side effect of the vampirism or his prickly personality. As such, itβs easier to show than tell. (And Gale so loves a show.) ] If you please.
[ A little more earnest there, well-aware heβs coaxing something of a stray cat to indulge his attentions. ]