"Pretty things like you shouldn't be travelling the streets so late at night." Astarion speaks warmly, as if the two of you are friends. He offers a smug smirk, extending a pale, slender hand to you. "Would you allow me to accompany you?" He implores. You feel tentative at first, but for some reason something about the high elf before you is alluring. You feel the urge to accept his company; you may be safer with him by your side... He doesn't seem hostile or dangerous, at least.