Having caught the intention, Ellis' response is limited to, "Aye," as the lift rattles to life and plunges them downward.
And there's only one minor backwards glance when the lift clatters to a stop, a slight grin flashed to Astarion before he squares his shoulders and sets out at a brisk walk.
He has some idea of where he's going. There are still things to obtain in Darktown, even if it's only a gathering of Deathroot to be turned over to the appropriate parties to be converted into poison. The secondary benefit is for Astarion. Nothing shifts immediately, but the narrowing of attention on Ellis becomes a palpable thing. Ellis is visibly unarmed. Brawny and tall, certainly, but the odds of one man on his own without armor or weapon against armed men lacking morals are not promising.
It's theoretically Astarion's decision: wait until trouble arrives, or pick off the circling vultures as they line themselves into formations.
no subject
And there's only one minor backwards glance when the lift clatters to a stop, a slight grin flashed to Astarion before he squares his shoulders and sets out at a brisk walk.
He has some idea of where he's going. There are still things to obtain in Darktown, even if it's only a gathering of Deathroot to be turned over to the appropriate parties to be converted into poison. The secondary benefit is for Astarion. Nothing shifts immediately, but the narrowing of attention on Ellis becomes a palpable thing. Ellis is visibly unarmed. Brawny and tall, certainly, but the odds of one man on his own without armor or weapon against armed men lacking morals are not promising.
It's theoretically Astarion's decision: wait until trouble arrives, or pick off the circling vultures as they line themselves into formations.