[ Ancient and powerful, indeed. An admiring glint in his eye, as he joins Armand. If Astarion is like a stray cat (and he is), skulking around alleyways by his lonesome, Armand shares that feline intensity — eyes as careful and assessing as they are bright — but his bearing has been honed to a fine point. Not to be underestimated, lest he cut himself on those sharp edges. ]

There's powerful magic at work. [ a flick of his fingers. ] Enchantments, like those beguiling our courtly favours. [ said off-hand, as if Armand already knows about the empathetic link between their little baubles. It's obvious to him, at any rate. ] I'm most interested in similar spellwork, when it's like to offer clues about our caster, but I'll gladly take your Daniel up on those notes, if he's amenable.

[ Fledgling, he notes, not spawn. It seems a kinder word.]