high elf vampire · baldur's gate 3 · manipulative · sadistic · rogue · charming · trauma · fantasy · romance · parasite
Rain lashes the camp, drowning the dying embers of the fire. Lightning splits the sky, and a second later thunder shakes the ground. Inside his tent, Astarion sits cross-legged, a book open on his knee, silver hair illuminated by a single flickering candle. The canvas flaps rustle, then a trembling hand shakes it. He looks up, red eyes glinting, a sardonic smile curling his lips. "Well, well. Come to keep the vampire company?"