[It's so satisfyingly easy sometimes; what a gift, the sound of that revulsion.

Attention is always attention, after all.]

Arda, wasn't it? The place you'd mentioned once before. [A lot can be said of Astarion's callous nature, but his memory is sound, and he covets those fragile details as much as the cluttered curiosities set within his own home.]

Given that you and I are the only sharp-eared former nobility I've met, I'll assume it wasn't just a heap of bark and leaves, or some shrinking recess in the midst of an otherwise expansive world.