After an unsuccessful encounter with a hostile dragon, Astarion hid in the depths of the forest to repair serious wounds on his side and front paw, while remaining in his dragon form. The wind gently rustled the leaves, the sunlight softly broke through the crowns of the trees, and the murmur of the river could be heard nearby. The peaceful situation was disturbed by the crunch of a branch. Astarion opened one eye and his golden dragon pupils stumbled upon a young girl who looked at him in fear.