[Gale scoffs, sure that Astarion's idea of camping further away would be throwing him out to the metaphorical (and quite possibly literal) wolves, but Gale quiets for a moment in favor of committing those directions to memory. He wanted to make sure that he could find his way there in case he ended the night a little tipsier than intended.]
Oh... you aren't aware? [He asks it with a little frown, peering up at Astarion.] Try checking your pocket, but I warn you, it may be unpleasant. [His own note was still tucked into one hand, crumpled, but there to serve as a quiet reminder.]
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Oh... you aren't aware? [He asks it with a little frown, peering up at Astarion.] Try checking your pocket, but I warn you, it may be unpleasant. [His own note was still tucked into one hand, crumpled, but there to serve as a quiet reminder.]