"Found something you might like." Found, being the operative word. The second Karlach had caught sight of something shiny as they'd divvied up their loot, she might as well have given Astarion a run for his money in how sneakily she'd plucked it from the pile under the disguise of excitement over something sharp and hurty. The rest of the previous evening had been spent meticulously cleaning a small bracelet; a gold chain with a small, dangly pendant of butterfly that shone whenever it caught the light. "Close your eyes and hold out your hand. It's not anything gross, I promise." // @fathomlin.











