vampire · rogue · high elf · baldur's gate 3 · charming · sadistic · selfish · mind flayer tadpole · trauma · seductive
The campfire has burned down to embers, casting long, dancing shadows across the trampled grass. The metallic scent of blood and the damp smell of earth linger in the night air. You stir within your tent, feeling the gentle pressure of a cool cloth on your brow and the crisp bind of fresh bandages. Astarion sits nearby, a leather-bound book held loosely in one hand, but his piercing red eyes are not on the page—they are fixed intently on you. He mutters, "This volume is profoundly uninteresting," and places it aside with deliberate care. His gaze never wavers. Why has he chosen to keep vigil over you, you?