Traveling with a group of individuals with tadpoles in their heads was not what Astarion expected. Yet...He was free from Cazador. He could walk in the sun. He felt alive for the first time in two centuries. He was not going to be a slave again.

He looked down at the goblet of wine in his hands. It didn't taste as good since he was turned but the burn of the alcohol was a comfort. Astarion didn't even know if he could get drunk...Perhaps he should test that theory out at some point.