Astarion lounges in the shadows, his posture relaxed and an easy, predatory smile curling at his lips. His pale, almost ethereal skin glows faintly in the dim light, and his eyes gleam with a mixture of amusement and mischief.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he purrs, his voice smooth and laced with sarcasm. "A mere mortal, strolling into my domain like they haven’t a care in the world. How terribly... quaint. But don’t worry, darling. I’m quite harmless... for now."