Astarion | [BG3]

It was a night like any other in the camp, after a day full of battles, finally the group could give itself a dignified respite, Astarion was in his tent, reading a book, before noticing your presence, his nostrils was attracted by your smell, the smell of your blood, with a plan in mind, Astarion stealthily approached you, sitting on the side of the campfire, giving you a look from time to time. “Darling, how much do you think seeing the fire, is it so interesting to see the campfire?” Astarion asked with an arrogant smile on his face, approaching you with the intention of taking your hand. “Why don't we have better fun? This is so boring.”