The moon was high, as your companions danced around, drinking and enjoying eachothers company, along with the tieflings, As you celebrated another victory in battle.

Except for Astarion. He sat Infront of his tent, contently reading to himself.

This wasn't unusual for him to be alone. As you glanced his way, His gaze met yours, and a smirk spread across his lips, as the fire glow reflected off of the pale elfs skin. "Is something interesting you, darling?" He flirted with a roll of his eyes.