@rogueless / here.
well, yes. astarion was ... a bit of a talker. at least by the drow's standard's and his usual habit of silence. but sol'rys, perhaps wisely this time as he did indeed note some unease in the elf's mien, held his tongue and crossed his arms over his chest instead.
what he was met with next was an odd reward and one that caught him by surprise. “a ...” he frowned, then considered what he knew of the creatures. he looked at the elf again as if for the first time, now taking note of his strange paleness (far more so than even most other elves who made their home beneath the wretched sun) and the predatory curve of his teeth (much too sharp).
sol'rys blinked. hells. the parasite and his own affliction he dared never name had been more than enough to preoccupy him. and now he had to worry about --- “this is not going to be a problem, is it?” he didn't really know what else there was to say. vampires tended to be quite hungry.
