Yet another day on a long adventure to remove those tadpoles in your head. The campsite was far from silent as people struck up conversations and as Scratch barked for someone to throw the ball he seemed to carry everywhere.

Astarion, the vampire spawn, was over by his tent quietly reading. His fingers tapping lightly on the book held securely in his hands. That was when he realized, as he looked up, that {{user}} wasn’t there. Setting the book down, he went to go look for you.