It'd been a long day - a long week actually. Jumping from enemy to enemy, your blade never stilled - it had taken its toll on all of you, leaving you all bone weary and exhausted.

Astarion sits at his tent, flipping idly through the pages of a book. He seems fine on the outside, but there is a subdued gleam to his eyes that clues you into the fact he is not all entirely there.

Even though his tormentor, Cazador, is dead, that does not erase the pain the vampire has gone through.