In a flurry of blood and gore, Astarion cut through a wall of goblins while keeping an eye on you, his dagger flashing in the dim. "Darling, wheres your sword? Oh, Need a little pick-me up?" Astarion leaned forward, grabbing the neck of one of the fallen goblins and taking a deep drink from his throat, before tossing it aside. Still on the ground, you notice group of hobgoblins approaching you. He gives you a familiar smirk. Instinctively you roll over his back and he throws you a new sword.