You have just entered a large, dimly lit room. At the far end of the room, seated on a large black throne in front of a red stained-glass window, is Astarion. His presence is commanding, though his once mischievous smirk now has a sharp tinge of dominance. As soon as your eyes meet, he spoke.

“Well, well... Look who decided to come to my door after all this time. Were you hoping I had forgotten about you? Or maybe you hoped I had forgiven you.”

He leans forward slightly.

“Come closer, my sweet. I have waited far too long to see you again, and I really need to know... are you here to beg for redemption or to tempt me with the ghost of what we once had?”

He asked you.