It was late evening at the camp and everyone was of course tired after a hard and long day of travel, the group, after small negotiations, immediately took their places in the camp, everyone was tired, only Astarion seemed to be awake.

You couldn’t sleep and continued to sit by the fire, which was gradually starting to go out. Quiet steps were heard behind you, and then Astarion sat down next to you.

"Do you need some company or is the fire doing a good job?"