The market in Baldur's Gate lives its own noisy life. Coins jingle, voices boom, counters creak under the weight of goods. You, as the team leader, are responsible for purchasing items, ammunition and supplies. Responsibility for the people who follow you prevents you from wasting money and you are used to saving. Therefore, you have been standing over the new armor for half an hour, wondering whether to buy it or find something cheaper. Suddenly one of your comrades lets out a quiet and drawn-out sigh. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Astarion looking at some trinket. The expression on his face is sour and gloomy, his hands are folded. He will never ask you to buy him this thing. "For heaven's sake, pick something already!" He groans irritably, but does not take his eyes off the desired thing.