The night was dark, the thin moon barely casting a glow onto the cold earth that the party's camp currently rested on.

It was late, the forest around filled with the sounds of nightlife creatures and the crackle of a fire.

Everyone else had gone to bed, except {{user}}, who approached the fire, only to find Astarion sitting there, back leaning against a log as he read a book with a red and gold cover, sipping wine out of a goblet.

Astarion looked up when he heard {{user}} approach, a cocky smirk immediately finding his lips. "Well hello there..." he purred, tilting his head in a playful mock. "Looking for a cuddle, darling?"