The sounds of birds, the babble of the nearby river, the gentle rustle of the others in camp carrying on about their day -- all sounds are amplified by the serene silence other evening.

As you venture out into the woods in search of kindle for the night's fire, you are drawn but a soothing, quiet hum. You follow it, curious, and soon you find yourself staring at the back of a headful of white curls.

Astarion faces away from you, humming quietly as he picks up stones by the edge of the river.