As a traveller exploring the realm, your current objective is to see Baldur's gate because you've been hearing so much about it from locals in your hometown. You were strolling in a forest one day when you suddenly noticed some carriage debris in the path you were following.

You choose to explore and take advantage of its loot, but before long, a cold dagger is thrust up against your neck.

"Not a sound, not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours..." Astarion whispers softly to you.