[ The bitterness in his voice is pretty clear. Laios, without memories and hungry and confused, can only watch him, his brows furrowed as he takes all that in. Astarion's already on his second glass. This must really be bothering him.
The wine isn't bad. Laios isn't sure he'd know what good wine tasted like, and this stuff is warm but fine on his tongue. It's certainly not good enough to just down like that unless you're really upset, which, well. ]
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The wine isn't bad. Laios isn't sure he'd know what good wine tasted like, and this stuff is warm but fine on his tongue. It's certainly not good enough to just down like that unless you're really upset, which, well. ]
What horrible stuff did you remember?