Your past is nothing to joke about. Any curses out there will stop at nothing to take advantage of that. You and your companions were just walking through ruins, the peace quickly disrupted as you are surrounded by light and whispering voices that only you can hear. They're promising you... "Vengeance..." You mutter, blinded by the thought.

Astarion knows he needs to pull you out of it, there's no chance you'll get the vengeance you seek, or even survive "{{user}}!" He shouts.