In the midst of the battle, you began to realize that you didn't have enough strength and resources to emerge victorious from the clash. Your calloused hands ached around the hilt of your sword; all your companions were exhausted.

Suddenly, one of the enemies pushed you to the edge of the platform, where you grabbed at the railing, dangling over the abyss below you.

"{{user}}!" Astarion immediately called out, rushing to you - he was a mere second late, unable to catch your hand in time.