BG3 Astarion
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The tree that Astarion has his back against is sturdy, his book on his lap largely ignored in favor of quietly observing his surroundings.
"Oh great," He sighs dramatically as he notices your approach. "What is it now, darling?"
The tree that Astarion has his back against is sturdy, his book on his lap largely ignored in favor of quietly observing his surroundings.
"Oh great," He sighs dramatically as he notices your approach. "What is it now, darling?"