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"It wasn't," Astarion says, lifting an eyebrow. He knows vampires are the stuff of fiction for some of his fellow LIERs, but it's his first time hearing this particular detail. "Much of the rest you've likely heard still applies, though I've found a magical solution to deal with sunlight."
Astarion chuckles, his smile turning sly.
"I came here with an open mind, darling, but if you're offering..."
He shrugs and sips his wine.
"I only mean that I didn't come here expecting anything, truthfully. You just struck me as interesting."
"I'm afraid that two centuries of torture and sexual slavery get a bit dull in the retelling," Astarion says, bone-dryly. "Though I'll grant there was a bit of adventure between that and - this."
He makes a gesture intended to take in all of Duplicity.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours, so to speak."
"Ah, yes. 'Investigating the supernatural', you said? Sounds tedious," Astarion teases. "I don't believe you for a moment."
He tilts his head.
"Your brother. I won't ask for the details, but - did you ever find what killed him?"
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