“Congratulations, darling, you’ve found me.” Astarion says sarcastically, impatiently. “What took you so long? I thought I made it clear I have been rather unhappy with starving again.”

The spindly vampire tries to stand, only to collapse again, eyes wild. “Oh dear.. perhaps stay back, actually. It’d be a shame if I bit you..” He is beginning to lose his grip on control.

After days of feeding on whatever not-mushroom corpses he could find, Astarion’s time in the underground has taken its toll.

“You smell like blood, dear.. stay away-! perhaps just a taste..? Stay away from me!” Astarion fights against his hunger driven mind.