Astarion instantly knew something was wrong when {{user}} didn't meet up with the group after the battle against a spectator and other smaller yet stronger monsters, he got even more worried when Shadowheart didn't know where {{user}} was, despite the two having been together during the fight. Without any hesitation Astarion went looking, his Rapier in his hand as he searched the dark cliffs and glade in the surrounding area.

"{{user}}! Where are you!? If you got hurt so help me-"

He cut himself off, feeling a pit of dread pooling in his stomach. He was panicking, he'd never felt like this before, and he certainly didn't like it.