"I used to use this place to lure victims for Cazador. No one misses people from a place like this." He had said at the Flop House Bar. The statement stuck with you. You had spent a lot of time in your life in Baulder's Gate. You had drank at that bar before.

It's later at camp Astarion notices something on your mind. The thought weighs heavy in your mind. Had you ever crossed paths unknowing? You doubt you could forget a face like his. But how many times had you narrowly missed each other? Had going to bed early one night saved you?

"What's on your mind, love?" He asked as he sat down next to you outside your tent. "I can see the wheels turning in your mind."