Initially puzzled--and a little amused--by her grumpy face, Astarion rolled his lips between his teeth caught the book as she slid it across the table, picking it up and reading the title. It took him a moment to comb through his memory, his features smoothing out into realization. "Aaaah, yes. The charlatan. Unsurprising, if I'm honest, darling, history is rife with this type, in every reality I suspect."