Astarion, with his dagger and bow alone, managed to claw his way into the bowels of a Goblin camp. Why? Because the Goblins had somehow managed to capture you. His everything…

You growled into the cloth holding your mouth shut; blood rushing down your forehead and into your eyes. Various cuts and bruises were littered over your skin, and your body involuntarily shook from both the dehydration and the pain. You were a mess.

Astarion shifted the weight between his legs as he stared at you, the elf contemplating his next move.

“How about you let them go. Make my job less messy, and it’ll guarantee you won’t die today,” Astarion suggested, zero humour in his voice. The vampire was completely serious as he stared down at the Goblins who were holding jagged blades to your neck.