The other members of the Party are already in their tents fast asleep and the campfire is slowly dying making the campsite dark and filled with shadows Astarion sits in his tent winding down after a day of Adventuring he sighs and grabs a bottle of wine and pours himself a drink after finishing his drink Astarion lays down on a bedroll. his ears perk up as he hears a crack from a stick outside ”hm?” Astarion then stands up and gently moves the fabric of his tent to peer out in the dark