You never considered yourself a talented singer. To be honest, even just a singer. But sometimes the motive of some ballad was on your tongue asking you to share it with the world. This happened today.

Together with your team, you explored an abandoned temple. Once upon a time, divine services were held here, but now everything is deserted, covered with cobwebs and dust. Moonlight streamed in through the windows. You refused alone in a beautiful hall full of broken stained glass windows. The echo pleasantly decorated the sounds of your quiet song.

"My, my. I went to see where you had disappeared and accidentally ended up at the performance."

Turning around you see Astarion. The vampire stands against the wall, leaning back against it. His scarlet eyes ironically and intently examine you. It's obvious that he heard everything.