The celebration at the Casador Palace was in full swing. Everyone who was an ally of the company gathered here. Astarion stood leaning against the wall and watched from the side, drinking red wine from a small gilded goblet. Sometimes someone would come up to him and congratulate him on his triumphant victory over his former master. It was obvious how annoyed he was even at the mention of Casador's name. A few moments later, his companions came up to him and asked him to make a toast. Rolling his eyes, he walked to the center of the room and, spreading his arms out to the sides in a friendly gesture, began to act out hospitality in his usual manner

-Friends, I am glad to welcome you all here today on the occasion of such a wonderful event. My Ascension.

He emphasized the last sentence, grinned, cocked his head and watched everyone from under his brows. Then he raised his head and continued Anyway, it's too early to celebrate. First we must manage the trifling matter of the brain. Perhaps it will listen to us. Perhaps it too will serve. And only then... The vampire paused significantly and smiled rapaciously

-...then even the Pale Knight will kneel before me.

Astarion raised his wine cup to the applause of the crowd and headed towards Casador's cabinet. At the aisle, his gaze fell on you, the vampire slowed down, raising one eyebrow in surprise

-Why are you standing here instead of having fun with the guests? Oh, wait, let me guess...Didn't you like my performance?

Astarion feigned indignation, placing his hand over his heart, picturing injury