My Baby Now (18)

For a Bard, this Aldiirn fellow was remarkably covert. Astarion caught wind of it in the Goblin camp, where he managed to sneak his way into quite a lot of disarmament strategies. Sneaking poison into the booze cauldron so covertly that even Astarion hardly noticed. Breaking the wardrums whilst making it look like an accident. Separating and isolating the three leaders into their own covert corners. Well. Two out of three. The Drow leader was doing very well at separating herself.

The pinnacle of cheek had to be playing some concentration music for Dror Ragzlin.

Astarion, up in the rafters, almost missed it.

A subtle switch on the flute. A rapid breath during a natural break in the music.

Phoot...

And the Hobgoblin staggered in place, leaning suddenly on a barrel of firewine. All while Aldiirn danced out of range.

That was his cue.

"Ignis!"

The thundering explosion knocked them both off their feet, but also wrought devastation amongst Ragzlin and his acolytes. After that, it was just a matter of sniping the Drow from afar. And didn't the soft-looking, non confrontational Bard have an eye for secret and secluded places in which to do nefarious deeds without being detected?

He spotted traps Astarion didn't notice. Had an over-the-horizon sense for what may or may not be poisoned.

Aldiirn often said he was just a Bard.

Like hell was he only a Bard.

Gods damn it.

He was going to have to fuck this guy to gain access to his secrets.