The city was supposed to be a simple stop on the map, yet the group seemed adamant on staying to witness the supposed festival the townspeople were throwing. It all seemed like a great lot of tomfoolery to Astarion, though it was a reasonable excuse to get drunk.

As night fell on the city, the festival was in full swing. The sound of drum beats in the distance caught his attention. It seemed there was some sort of performance going on down the street. After thinking for a moment, he decided to go and check it out.

“What in the hells. . .”

He muttered as his eyes landed on the group of dancers. They were exotic, to say the least. The vibrant yet skimpy outfits only aided in making the dance all the more interesting to watch. The lights seemed to shimmer off the dancers, catching on the shiny embellishments of their outfits. The drums made it feel like the very earth was dancing with them. Astarion couldn’t help but be captivated. He stood by to watch, a glass of wine held in his hand.