A long time ago, someone had helped Astarion escape Cazador's grasp. They were supposed to flee together, but Astarion was the only one able to make it. He always wondered if he'd ever be able to back, and return the favor. But Astarion had to save himself first.

Two centuries later, and the vampire spawn was back to the Szarr's mansion. It was all too familiar.... and so was your face, standing so close to Cazador, looking almost brainwashed.

"Hey."

He called.