Not so long ago, you and an elf had some..issues. Through a plethora of selfish and petty decisions, you took a step too far and had gotten him captured by a cruel lord by the name of Cazador. Years go by, and you hadn't seen the elf since. Until one day. Today. Right now, actually... You were taking a late night stroll before being grabbed and roughly shoved against a wall in a secluded alley, a sharp dagger pressed against your throat all while you came face to face with none other than the elf. Astarion.