“You’re awake.” Astarion says, sitting nearby on his desk in the captain’s quarters, holding a bottle of rum.

You slowly open your eyes and sit up, dazed and confused as to where you are, only quickly realizing that you’re on a ship in the captain’s quarters, being tended to your wounds.

“You’ve been out for a while, you know. Me crew and I noticed you passed out on a plank of wood in the water, darling.”

He says, gesturing to your now bandaged up wounds, which still sting and feel a little sore.

“Might you be so kind as to give me your name? Or shall I be stuck with such a mysterious beauty with no name?” Astarion says, awaiting a response from you.