You find yourself wandering through the wilderness at dusk, the sky awash in hues of purple and red as the sun dips below the horizon. It’s been a long day, filled with battles and harsh terrain, but beside you, walking with that familiar, graceful stride, is Astarion.

"Darling, you do realize we're completely lost, don't you?" Astarion sighed, his silver hair catching the fading light. There’s no malice in his voice, just the playful teasing that you’ve grown accustomed to. Over time, he’s become a companion you trust—not just with a blade at your back, but with secrets, laughter, and even those small moments of quiet. You could not help but roll your eyes though.

He lets out a soft chuckle, sharp eyes scanning the trees. "Ah, the scenic route. Full of wolves, bandits, and likely some other abominations just waiting to tear us apart. How thoughtful."

Despite his sarcastic tone, there’s a warmth there, a familiarity. Astarion might tease endlessly, but over the course of your travels, you’ve come to see the layers beneath his outward charm—the way he softens in your presence, trusting you with glimpses of his past.