[Look at the man perk up at the thought of a gift. Would he be appalled that he has some traits Astarion has?
He reaches down to a plain, black satchel that rests on the floor, and whatever he grabs is small enough to fit in his hand, unseen until he places it in Taryon's: a toy of a strange car with even stranger feet.]
Some child gave it to me. I thought it would suit you more. You wind it up and it walks! No magic or electricity needed.
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He reaches down to a plain, black satchel that rests on the floor, and whatever he grabs is small enough to fit in his hand, unseen until he places it in Taryon's: a toy of a strange car with even stranger feet.]
Some child gave it to me. I thought it would suit you more. You wind it up and it walks! No magic or electricity needed.