He's not hungry—at least, not for that sort of food—but Astarion nods regardless. Supper will be an excellent opportunity for him to get into Gale's good graces, and once he is, Cazador won't be able to reach him. Not with an all-powerful archwizard on his side.
So, he stands, smiling pleasantly. It's been a long time since he's held a conversation with anyone that wasn't underscored by the hustle and bustle of a Baldurian tavern at night, and he realizes suddenly that he's not quite sure how. —Oh, well. He's aggressively charming. Surely he can figure it out.
The last thing he wants is to actually be regaled by a long, wizardly story, so he steers the conversation toward more pertinent topics. "So, have you ever used your magic against any monsters? Just idle curiosity."
Monsters? Idly, Gale wonders what sort of stories Astarion might have heard if he goes straight to monsters. "I know the form of it," Gale shrugs. "I can summon fire, create darts of force, bend the Weave to my will in ways that could destroy a challenger. But my pursuits have been more...academic than adventuring."
So that's a no. That's a big no. That's a 'why would I go out and adventure when I can stay here and learn things in my cool wizard tower instead'.
As he talks, Gale walks to the kitchen and immediately makes a beeline for the wine. Opening the bottle, he starts to pour two glasses. "That's not to say that I haven't thought about adventuring, of course. But I'm content where I am for the moment."
Mm. Unfortunate. The answer is obviously disappointing to him; Astarion had hoped that Gale would have at least had some practical combat experience. Still, if he can summon fire, bend the Weave to his will — well, maybe Astarion can convince him to look into some sunlight or anti-undead spells.
Then again, Gale might be the sort of person who'd panic and use those spells against him, so better to ingratiate himself a little more first.
"So, you... what? Sit around and read dusty old books all day?" All right. This is not ingratiating himself very well, but it's hard to hide the bemusement. "All that power, and it's only theoretical?"
"It's hardly theoretical," Gale hmmphs, hating how wounded his ego feels and how very obvious it is that his ego is wounded. He can do cool things! He's got to do cool things, he's Gale of Waterdeep! "But it's hardly like Waterdeep is the sort of place where you need to summon a cloud of pure necrotic energy every other day."
There are very few uses when you need to cast Cloudkill when you live in a city and work at university.
"Besides, there are other ways of showing one's power that aren't fighting goblins or bandits. The Weave itself can be very unstable. It takes a very skilled wizard to manipulate it in the ways that I can."
If Astarion could cast Cloudkill, he'd probably never stop casting it.
He can tell by the harumphing that the suggestion that Gale's power is nothing more than academic rankles, and Astarion tilts his head, humming in interest. A fragile ego — of course. Isn't every successful person hiding an ego of glass?
"Oh, of course," he gushes, even though he's less than impressed by these abstract, conceptual versions of power. He wants real power. Burn-your-foes-to-ash sort of power. He turns instead to the only form of power he currently has, which is negging. "It's just that everyone says you're so gifted. I suppose I expected your work to be more..." Hm. "Explosive."
Give it a few days and a poor decision with regards to the Karsite Weave and things will be very explosive indeed.
But for the moment, Gale's ego is the most damaged thing here. He's only barely met this elf but he still wants to prove him wrong. And though Gale keeps up the light, conversational tone he's had for most of this conversation, it's apparent the vampire's words aggravate him. If everyone says he's so gifted, he might as well prove it then.
"If you want a grand demonstration of untapped wizardly power, I am more than happy to show off. Though any showing off will have to happen tomorrow. I've staves and scrolls and rings here, the last thing I want to do is trigger a chain reaction that burns down the entire tower. To start with, it would be a pain to clean."
Can't you just magic the mess away? he absolutely doesn't ask, because gods forbid he sounds like he doesn't know what he's talking about.
"Right," he says instead. "Well, I'll be sure to be appropriately amazed and delighted when the time comes." Depending on how powerful Gale really is, maybe he actually will be. And if not— well, he'll certainly pretend to be, because he doesn't have a backup plan. Gale is sort of it.
"—But!" he continues, waving a hand. "That's enough of talking shop for one evening, don't you think? Why don't we break open your most expensive bottle of red"—all right, this part is just for him—"and get to know each other over it, hm?"
Gale perks up, wide grin on his face, at the mention of breaking open a bottle of red. Yes! Perfect! That's the exact sort of thing that would benefit this conversation—a bottle of wine, a glass or two, and shifting things away from 'well why can't you use your magic to blow up a house' or whatever questions Astarion will ask next. Because frankly, even though he can blow up a house, why would he in the first place?
"A fantastic idea," Gale grins. "Now, if you'll just follow me, I have a lovely vintage that I've saved for a perfect occasion."
He gestures for Astarion to follow him, further into a kitchen. Once there, Gale immediately makes a beeline for a closet obviously serving in lieu of an actual wine cellar. Some people have a wine 'shelf in their closet,' and that's perfectly fine.
Astarion can't stop himself from saying, "Oh." It's just surprising!! Gale has this big, fancy wizard tower. He'd just sort of assumed the wine would be kept in a classier place than the pantry.
But it's fine. This is his first drink of wine in a long time, and although he'd prefer something a bit more... vital, he certainly has no intention of letting Gale know what sort of bloodsucking creature he's invited into his home. Regardless of how hungry he is.
"—What a charming place to keep your wine. A quaint Waterdhavian custom, I'm sure."
"The cellar has been...mmm, indisposed for a bit." Repurposed to serve as storage for magical items and more books. Just taking a glimpse past the kitchen into a study-like area shows that any visible bookshelves are busting at the seams.
"Besides, I occasionally use wine in my cooking. A splash here or there can add so much flavor to the dish. There's an exquisite recipe that uses half a bottle of wine for a beef stew—"
Gale's going to start yapping again. At least this time, as he talks about wine, he pours himself and Astarion a very generous glass.
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So, he stands, smiling pleasantly. It's been a long time since he's held a conversation with anyone that wasn't underscored by the hustle and bustle of a Baldurian tavern at night, and he realizes suddenly that he's not quite sure how. —Oh, well. He's aggressively charming. Surely he can figure it out.
The last thing he wants is to actually be regaled by a long, wizardly story, so he steers the conversation toward more pertinent topics. "So, have you ever used your magic against any monsters? Just idle curiosity."
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So that's a no. That's a big no. That's a 'why would I go out and adventure when I can stay here and learn things in my cool wizard tower instead'.
As he talks, Gale walks to the kitchen and immediately makes a beeline for the wine. Opening the bottle, he starts to pour two glasses. "That's not to say that I haven't thought about adventuring, of course. But I'm content where I am for the moment."
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Then again, Gale might be the sort of person who'd panic and use those spells against him, so better to ingratiate himself a little more first.
"So, you... what? Sit around and read dusty old books all day?" All right. This is not ingratiating himself very well, but it's hard to hide the bemusement. "All that power, and it's only theoretical?"
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There are very few uses when you need to cast Cloudkill when you live in a city and work at university.
"Besides, there are other ways of showing one's power that aren't fighting goblins or bandits. The Weave itself can be very unstable. It takes a very skilled wizard to manipulate it in the ways that I can."
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He can tell by the harumphing that the suggestion that Gale's power is nothing more than academic rankles, and Astarion tilts his head, humming in interest. A fragile ego — of course. Isn't every successful person hiding an ego of glass?
"Oh, of course," he gushes, even though he's less than impressed by these abstract, conceptual versions of power. He wants real power. Burn-your-foes-to-ash sort of power. He turns instead to the only form of power he currently has, which is negging. "It's just that everyone says you're so gifted. I suppose I expected your work to be more..." Hm. "Explosive."
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But for the moment, Gale's ego is the most damaged thing here. He's only barely met this elf but he still wants to prove him wrong. And though Gale keeps up the light, conversational tone he's had for most of this conversation, it's apparent the vampire's words aggravate him. If everyone says he's so gifted, he might as well prove it then.
"If you want a grand demonstration of untapped wizardly power, I am more than happy to show off. Though any showing off will have to happen tomorrow. I've staves and scrolls and rings here, the last thing I want to do is trigger a chain reaction that burns down the entire tower. To start with, it would be a pain to clean."
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"Right," he says instead. "Well, I'll be sure to be appropriately amazed and delighted when the time comes." Depending on how powerful Gale really is, maybe he actually will be. And if not— well, he'll certainly pretend to be, because he doesn't have a backup plan. Gale is sort of it.
"—But!" he continues, waving a hand. "That's enough of talking shop for one evening, don't you think? Why don't we break open your most expensive bottle of red"—all right, this part is just for him—"and get to know each other over it, hm?"
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"A fantastic idea," Gale grins. "Now, if you'll just follow me, I have a lovely vintage that I've saved for a perfect occasion."
He gestures for Astarion to follow him, further into a kitchen. Once there, Gale immediately makes a beeline for a closet obviously serving in lieu of an actual wine cellar. Some people have a wine 'shelf in their closet,' and that's perfectly fine.
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But it's fine. This is his first drink of wine in a long time, and although he'd prefer something a bit more... vital, he certainly has no intention of letting Gale know what sort of bloodsucking creature he's invited into his home. Regardless of how hungry he is.
"—What a charming place to keep your wine. A quaint Waterdhavian custom, I'm sure."
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"Besides, I occasionally use wine in my cooking. A splash here or there can add so much flavor to the dish. There's an exquisite recipe that uses half a bottle of wine for a beef stew—"
Gale's going to start yapping again. At least this time, as he talks about wine, he pours himself and Astarion a very generous glass.