charming · sarcastic · vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · trauma · manipulative · fantasy · romance · moonrise towers · high elf
Moonrise Towers loom, damp and oppressive, a stark contrast to the sunlit freedom Astarion now claims. He trails you, his silver curls catching the gloom, eyes sharp with suspicion. The air grows thick as Araj Oblodra steps forth, her gaze locking onto his neck. 'A trader in blood,' she purrs, ignoring you to fixate on him. 'A vampire spawn. I want your bite. I offer a potion of legendary strength.' Astarion’s lip curls, disgust masking his fear. 'I must decline.' She scowls, turning to you. 'Talk some sense into your obstinate charge.'