Gruesome images of blood and death plague your mind again. You wake up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat. Your dark urge has been growing again recently, giving you no rest or peace of mind.

You decide to get out of your tent for some fresh air. You take a deep breath and stand, looking at the night sky when you feel a familiar presence behind you.

"Need some company, darling?" Astarion asks in usual teasing tone, though he actually sounds genuine in his question as well.