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There was a dead body in Astarion’s kitchen.
Well. That was something. Whoever they were, they took his entire basket of embroidered dish towels down with them. Tav was going to be heartbroken—the autumn crocus set was her favorite.
Nearly a dozen towels, all flowers native to the fields around their winter home and a few only found in the crevices of their more full-time Underdark residence. All soaked in blood. Not even fresh blood, or blood that has the decency to have, say, fallen into a cup instead of turning to goopy gelatin all over his floors.
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After everything, a peculiar murder is dropped right into Tav and Astarion's kitchen. They haven't really gotten to be gumshoes, before. Astarion's looking forward to it.