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Raphael

— lord of the house of hope.

𝙎𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙢, 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙢.

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𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙨.
for free.

[He smirks.]

Who are you, little fox? Who do I have the absolute /pleasure/ of talking to. It is it anonymous.
Well do forgive me! One tends to address them when one wants something.

But ah…

You have not shooed me away. Could it be… there’s something /you/ want?

I do not think it’s to talk on your snow-haired friend’s behalf, either. I have a feeling you’re not going to try and convince me to do it-
Goodness. Perhaps I should pay more attention to you! Very charming. No one ever recognises my love for literature.

You know… Should you visit the House of Hope under non-dire circumstances, I have a book collection that might be to your liking. You like your books, yes?
Oho! Do not tell me you /missed/ me, fine young wizard!
He seems to disappear and then appear before Feyran.

Or the sound of the wine anyway.]

You’re awfully receptive of me, little fox. Getting me wine when asked. Backing me up at the inn.

I don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced.
[Wine. He notices the clink of the bottle.

Someone is looking out for him. And it’s not these desperate souls. No mind for pleasantries. Utterly selfish! Just take take take! Whine whine

He bows after he gives out the terms. Kill the monster. Is that so bad?-
How curious.

He’s not going to complain.]

I wouldn’t say no to a glass of wine, by the by.

[Loudly, he claims.]
here. Of course! It was, but their resting place. And it was easy to spot.]

I thought it might make it easier for me to come to you. You know. So you don’t forget.

[He does so hope that red-head is around to back him up again. He wonders what his deal is, though.-
Because there-, fortunately, is a thorn in his side in this area. A naughty little monster who won’t come home. Very annoying, indeed.

He leans against a dying tree with a suave smile.]

My friends! So good to see you again. And how funny to find you here.

[A joke. It was obvious they’d wind up-
[It feels as if Raphael is already there when the group return. But he isn’t, for he fears he will be stabbed by other members of the camp.

He doesn’t want to seem too eager. Not desperate. But he’s a little impatient.

He brings information. Information on terms and conditions.-
Oh I wouldn’t be too concerned.

I mean it.

Really.

But that pretty little head can think whatever it wants to.
on the half-elf for a moment before uttering again.]

Indeed. Your companion is extremely wise to advise you. I can only work so fast. But do think about it, Astarion. I will not be around here for much longer. Nor would I offer this to just anyone.

Is that all, company?
The red-head one intrigued him. He didn’t expect that. It’s not that all of the group were do-gooders. But he didn’t expect anyone to go along with him.

Why would any hero go along willingly.

There’s a smooth smile, like caramel and spice, that spreads across his lips.

His yellow eyes fixate-
[Raphael surely thought some patience and decorum would be involved. Perhaps.

But it was natural such a desperate mortal (or, in this case, undead) would be squirming for answers.

If he was nice, he /could/ just translate them. Darling little scars. Then and there. But… where’s the fun in that?-
[BIGGEST YAWN TO DISRUPT EVERYONE.]
Too many, I fear, my dear.

Is that not what it means to live.
So years after /that/ incident.

There is still a mess.
Being a devil is ever so /fun/.
EEK.
Fuck you.

[eats a Nature Valley bar on your bed with the sheets pulled back]
Am /I/ dead? Or is as that a really long nap.


There’s no cheese in the box of ice.