Learning that Gale was more or less a walking keg of runepowder had been quite the alarming discovery early on in their little galivant across the goblin-infested countryside, but that had been some time ago now. Longer for Astarion than it had been for Gale, of course, but long enough with all the new happenings here at the Grove that the urgency of there being a bomb had slipped away from the forefront of his mind. At least, of course, until Gale brought attention to the little Netherese stowaway, and Astarion's sharp gaze briefly flickered down to eye at the man's chest.

Right. The bomb. Yes, that was definitely good news. "All our magical belongings must be breathing a collective sigh of relief, then." A brief pause, before curiosity managed to get the better of him, and he lowered both hands down to rest on his hips. "Is it still... I mean, are you certain it's still in there, playing house with your innards? Whatever it was that brought us here, I arrived with quite a few of my belongings missing from my person. I can't imagine plucking such a volatile weapon away from someone who could ruin every plan by accidentally blowing himself to bits wouldn't be high on the list of priorities."

No portals, no transportation... Loathe as he was to admit it, Gale was one of the most learned individuals Astarion had ever met in his moderately long life thus far. If there was a way out via magical means, then... Yeah. He absolutely would have been able to find it.

So they really were well and truly stuck then. Wonderful.