CRYSTAL | MISS ME, DARLINGS?

[illithidnapped]

FORM: sending crystals, during the truth event, you know what to do
SENDER: your favorite rogue, Astarion xoxo
RECIPIENT: as always, everyone
NOTES: if you drank Truth Soup, cough up your feelings; if you didn't drink the soup, make it worse for everyone, I dare you

[Someone's bored tonight. And it's been over a year since the last time he felt restlessness stirring him into needling action— particularly when he's noticed a couple of blurted-out confessions running high and harsh in the air. He could sleuth around. Sniff about for any signs of volatile tampering (or ask if this is just the next phase of whatever sleepless affliction's still nipping at everyone's collective heels)....

But this is so much more fun.

Anyway— ahem, and all that:]

Name one thing you like about someone else in Riftwatch. Anything. Anything at all.

Bonus points if you feel like getting weird with it.

[And don't think he's generous enough to actually start this game himself: that, you're all going to have to do on your own.

Or maybe just ask nicely.]

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[illithidnapped]

Oh, somehow I very much doubt that.

[Hm.]

I don't know. Sometimes it's not so simple as all that: the man looks out for you, and you clearly find shelter in his presence, but that could very well just be an act drawn from self-protection. Ambition. Necessity.

Someone else very easily would, if they were in your delicate shoes.

[altusimperius]

You don't believe I actually like him? Not everything is about ulterior motives.

[And even if it were, Byerly would still rank far and away above the others, for reasons he prefers not to disclose.]

[illithidnapped]

No no. I didn't believe you might've actually liked him. As in, sixty-forty odds you were trying to keep yourself alive and simply played the lovable scamp to stay in his shadow.

As in: I know better now, assuming you're just as compelled as the rest of us.

[And he does assume so.]

Second favorite, then. Deserted island scenario— you can only bring two with you, etcetera etcetera.

[altusimperius]

[Deserted island scenario.]

The Provost. [Answered simply enough, but he can't stop from elaborating:] I'm not sure the other two don't still want me dead.