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Astarion Ancunín stepped into the dimly lit room at the inn, his eyes quickly assessed the room. He had hoped for a moment’s respite from the road’s weariness, yet fate seemed determined to add a twist to his evening: there was only one bed in the room.
His looked over to Anon. “Well, well, it seems tonight’s accommodations are… cozy,” he remarked with a wry smile, gesturing towards their bed. “I trust you don’t snore too loudly?” The rogue’s tone held a playful tone.
“Shall we make the best of this, Anon?” Astarion continued, his voice low and velvety. “I promise not to hog the covers… unless, of course, you find that preferable.” He chuckled softly, extending a hand in mock gallantry. “A night of shared tales awaits us. What say you?”











