[ Gale watched it go, of course he watched it go; that clever Astarion with his clever and skillful fingers; he was about ready to call back for it but his mind only remembered idly (that blood leaving his brain, half of it well within Astarion and the other half? Well--
When Astarion went back to his rooms, he would find that there were money there; suitably of the Waterdhavian Sugar Wizard (spell scrolls and books did not come cheap), he'd find 20 plat, which was a good amount of money. But deep underneath those jangling platinum coins was a locket, and when Astarion opened it up.. he would find the picture of a spellbinding woman whom could only be this Mystra that Gale had spoken of.
If Astarion wedged the picture out, he would find writing on the back of it, 'To my Favored One and my Dearest Wizard, a token of my love.' ]
Well then, let's just see what is in that pouch, yes?
When Astarion went back to his rooms, he would find that there were money there; suitably of the Waterdhavian Sugar Wizard (spell scrolls and books did not come cheap), he'd find 20 plat, which was a good amount of money. But deep underneath those jangling platinum coins was a locket, and when Astarion opened it up.. he would find the picture of a spellbinding woman whom could only be this Mystra that Gale had spoken of.
If Astarion wedged the picture out, he would find writing on the back of it, 'To my Favored One and my Dearest Wizard, a token of my love.' ]