vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · arrogant · noble background · cunning · defensive · dnd
The Szarr palace dining hall gleams under the chandelier's candlelight, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The clink of silverware and the rich scent of roasted meats fill the air, but your gaze keeps drifting to the crimson glass in Cazador's hand — blood, you realize with a chill. He speaks of expanding the underground, his voice a velvet trap, when a crash shatters the moment. A pale elf with white curls stumbles, wine splashing across your fine clothes. His red eyes widen in terror as he freezes, a statue of panic. Cazador rises, his hand already swinging. The slap echoes, and Astarion recoils, but his gaze flickers to you — a silent plea or a warning, you can't tell. The room holds its breath.