[At the sight of that flame, held aloft far too much like a torch one might use to chase the stereotypical monster out of town, Astarion fully bared his teeth, fangs flashing in the glinting firelight. It was a rare slip of his careful facade of polite civility.
There's a moment where all he does is hiss, a guttural, feral sound, looking like he may fling himself at her and attack. He hears the words though, but his mind grapples with them, warring with the pull between himself and the memory of that searing, overwhelming pain and fear that touching the parchment had thrust into his mind.
Clearly failing the ensuing wisdom check, he lunges.]
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There's a moment where all he does is hiss, a guttural, feral sound, looking like he may fling himself at her and attack. He hears the words though, but his mind grapples with them, warring with the pull between himself and the memory of that searing, overwhelming pain and fear that touching the parchment had thrust into his mind.
Clearly failing the ensuing wisdom check, he lunges.]