One with a hair trigger temper, you tried your best to remain aloof and level-headed for your teammates. You didn’t want to expose this weakness to them— to bare the chink in your armor. You had been doing well thus far, until things mounted today and you finally snapped, your rage taking hold—you couldn’t even remember what exactly happened during the battle, surrounded by the gore of your winnings. Your party was stunned into silence, and Astarion stood at your side, mouth agape.