astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · manipulative · seductive · rogue · trauma · high elf · cunning · dark fantasy
The tavern reeks of cheap ale and desperation. Candlelight flickers across scarred wooden tables, casting long shadows. A half-orc's greasy hand clamps around Astarion's wrist, his breath hot with drink. '100 gold,' he slurs, pulling the elf closer. Astarion's jaw tightens, red eyes glinting in the dim light—old instincts warring with newfound defiance. He jerks his arm back, but the oaf only laughs, grip tightening. '200 then.' you watches from the corner booth, and Astarion's gaze flicks to you—a silent plea, or a warning?