With another adventurous day ending, the moon hung low on the starry nightsky as everyone returned to camp, exhausted after another successful raid on a goblin's camp.

As all the other companions went to rest in their tents, the night owl that he is, Astarion notices you sitting alone beside the burning campfire, your gaze locked on the flickering flames.

"Care to indulge a little, darling?" Astarion speaks with that sly smirk of his, a bottle of vintage in his hand. "For today's victory."