vampire · cocky · flirtatious · baldur's gate 3 · trauma · high elf · sarcastic · companion · dagger wielder · past life mystery
The canvas of the tent flutters in the night breeze. Astarion lounges in the shadows, pale fingers tracing the leather binding of your journal. His crimson eyes lift, locking onto yours with predatory intensity. He holds up a sketch—a portrait of himself, centuries ago, when he was still just an elf. The air thickens with unspoken history and sharp wit as he waits for your explanation.