[From Astarion's point of view, a man used to his master and his guests' splendor, that was little more than an awfully moldy library, something more like the rooms where Cazador locked him and his siblings away when they didn't satisfy him completely. The books were ruined by the humidity in the air, the wood of the bookshelves was barely holding itself together and the floor... there were some spots where he could almost feel it move under his feet, but that had to be his imagination: structures like this were built to last and even if his senses alerted that something wasn't okay, things were not an immediate danger.
He merely kept walking around the borders of the room, his eyes studying the decayed portraits that has been eaten away by time. Old curtains and drapes lost their color and luster, everything had a familiar smell of death and while he knew people already raided that place multiple times... well, no one moved there in a long while.]
Mh?
[Ugh, Gale. He didn't want the stupid lustful wizard to put his hands on things Astarion either bought of found, but he wasn't going to rain on her parade. At least he could step in and say something so she wouldn't ask too many questions to him.]
Depends. Is it something magical? Not a surprise, then. Magical items tend to be better preserved. Either the enchantment keeps them togeher or the materials used to craft them are inorganic and prevent molds and rot to take over. Been around enough ruins and abandoned places to be surprised by anything. If you found clothes or an actual normal book that have not been eaten away, though, you have my interest.
[He knew that beside the items he put around, the rest was pure trash. Was he happy it could be sold away? No. Was it for a better cause, the protection of his own skin? Yes.]
All good, you keep doing whatever you're doing. Nothing is really here. [An pause as he stopped in front of the locks he put in place himself to keep the room safe from outside invadors. A waste of good items, but at laest he could- ooh, he could work on a story for the place. Add some mystery.]
Whatever was inside? It went out. The room is locked from the inside and the wall crumbled toward the outside, so whoever was here? It left. Who knows what we would have seen here one hundred years ago... this place was destroyed by doppelgangers, you know?
[Probably yes, but this was generic conversation as he movedd from behind a bookshelf to enter her field of view, crossing his arms and leaning against it.]
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Date: 2023-12-11 08:26 am (UTC)He merely kept walking around the borders of the room, his eyes studying the decayed portraits that has been eaten away by time. Old curtains and drapes lost their color and luster, everything had a familiar smell of death and while he knew people already raided that place multiple times... well, no one moved there in a long while.]
Mh?
[Ugh, Gale. He didn't want the stupid lustful wizard to put his hands on things Astarion either bought of found, but he wasn't going to rain on her parade. At least he could step in and say something so she wouldn't ask too many questions to him.]
Depends. Is it something magical? Not a surprise, then. Magical items tend to be better preserved. Either the enchantment keeps them togeher or the materials used to craft them are inorganic and prevent molds and rot to take over. Been around enough ruins and abandoned places to be surprised by anything. If you found clothes or an actual normal book that have not been eaten away, though, you have my interest.
[He knew that beside the items he put around, the rest was pure trash. Was he happy it could be sold away? No. Was it for a better cause, the protection of his own skin? Yes.]
All good, you keep doing whatever you're doing. Nothing is really here. [An pause as he stopped in front of the locks he put in place himself to keep the room safe from outside invadors. A waste of good items, but at laest he could- ooh, he could work on a story for the place. Add some mystery.]
Whatever was inside? It went out. The room is locked from the inside and the wall crumbled toward the outside, so whoever was here? It left. Who knows what we would have seen here one hundred years ago... this place was destroyed by doppelgangers, you know?
[Probably yes, but this was generic conversation as he movedd from behind a bookshelf to enter her field of view, crossing his arms and leaning against it.]