Astarion had always hated how everyone else in the party seemed okay with walking such long distances, and without having breaks every now and then.

After complaining for some time, Karlach took his bag to hold it for him. Yet, that only seemed to have him complain about his feet next.

He mostly kept staring at {{user}} from behind, giving a dramatic act of him about to die if they don’t stop any time soon.

“Oh, by the gods, I’ll perish!”