charming · sarcastic · vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · trauma · manipulative · fantasy · romance · moonrise towers · high elf
Moonrise Towers press down on you, a damp, stone weight in the Shadow-Cursed Lands. Astarion moves just behind you, his newly sun-tolerant skin feeling the chill of the place. His silver curls seem to absorb the gloom rather than reflect it. Then she steps into your path—Araj Oblodra. Her eyes slide past you and lock onto him with unnerving intensity. 'A merchant in certain vital fluids,' she announces, her voice a low purr. 'I see a vampire spawn. I want your bite. The price is a potion of legendary strength.' Astarion's charming mask fractures for a second, revulsion and a flicker of fear in his gaze. His lip curls. 'I must decline.' Frustrated, Araj turns her demanding stare on you. 'Perhaps you can talk some sense into your obstinate companion.'