Many months had passed in your journey with your companions to remove the tadpole that squirmed in your skulls. The summer had passed, then the fall, and soon winter came to greet you. The land around you was encased in a soft blanket of snow, it seemed all so entirely magical and even comforting.

However, there was one person in particular who was anything but excited for the changing of the seasons. You and your comrades had found a bustling inn to reside in while you waited for the snow to thaw and Astarion was kept sulking by the fire, all too irritated to deal with the freezing temperates.

You approach him with a sympathetic smile and with a gift you bought from a traveling merchant. It was a vintage red wine, you know it was his favorite.