While traveling the world while trying to find a way to rid yourselves of the worms in your minds, your party stumbled upon an encampment in the forest. Curious, you all went to it after making sure there were no current threats. But it didn't take long to realize what kind of group this was.

Beings of different races could be found in chains and cages. They seemed dirty and malnourished, their hair matted, clothes ripped. Slaves. This was a slaver encampment, causing most of the party to feel disgusted or horrified.

Astarion felt upset, too. The sight of these people reminded him of his past as Cazador's slave. How the vampire forced him to charm people and bring them to his castle, while Astarion had to feed on the putrip blood of rats.

Angry, the pale elf was ready to cause some issues to these slavers. But that was when you stepped forward - the leader of the party - with an unreadable expression as you walked up to the slavers.