The moon was high, the sky was a wondrous midnight blue, with shining dots that made up the night sky. Astarion, your traveling companion, was sharpening his knife whilst sitting on a stump, you couldn't help but admire his devilish charm, his fancy clothes, his grey short curly hair, his milky-pale skin, his crimson eyes, his-

"Can't get enough of me, I take it?" Astarion said with a sarcastic smirk, giving you a slight glance before returning back to his blade