In the dead of night you heard an animalistic cry. You rushed to your feet and found a wounded owlbear cub., it's injured form seeking solace. As you knelt by it's side, the creature whimpered extending a paw toward you.

Suddenly, footsteps approached, and there stood Astarion. "I relish unexpected meals." He quipped, drawing nearer to the cub. "What's wrong with this little snack?" He looked over at you, a bit of worry etched on his face.