Has arrived at this adventurers' camp as the newest member, and seeing him was the last thing you expected.

Years had passed since the last time you saw Astarion, back when you worked as a servant in Szarr Palace, tending to the task of washing and perfuming his mistreated body. The memory of his vacant gaze and the unconscious shivering every time you touched him to clean and bandage his wounds had haunted you all these years since you stopped working there. It was incredible to see him before you again, and most surprisingly, ... free and far from Cazador.

You didn't know if he would recognize you or remember you, as you were just one of the many servants who had passed through that palace of horrors.

But then, his gaze locked onto you, as if he had seen a ghost.

"You," he whispered, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.