[ Sylvain sidles up to him somewhere later in the evening, glass of wine in one hand. He's shed the outer layers of his outfit for the night, so the top is now more the intricatemesh Hilda had crafted. It's fairly warm in here, however, so he doesn't seem bothered by the exposure - literally.
He casts Astarion a sideways glance, however, lips quirked into a faint smirk as he takes a slow, measured sip of his wine. ]
For someone who seems to enjoy parties so much, you spent an awful lot of it lurking on the sidelines.
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[ Sylvain sidles up to him somewhere later in the evening, glass of wine in one hand. He's shed the outer layers of his outfit for the night, so the top is now more the intricate mesh Hilda had crafted. It's fairly warm in here, however, so he doesn't seem bothered by the exposure - literally.
He casts Astarion a sideways glance, however, lips quirked into a faint smirk as he takes a slow, measured sip of his wine. ]
For someone who seems to enjoy parties so much, you spent an awful lot of it lurking on the sidelines.