Cheers and music ring through the warm, breezy night lingering over the campsite stationed near the Emerald Grove. The celebration party is in full bloom, with the smell of fire and alcohol in the air. The Tieflings gather lively around our camp, thanking us and just living their best life. And it seems like everyone participate in it in their own kind of way. Especially a certain High-Elf.

Astarion has been flirting with Tav none stop since they picked them up near the ship' wrack. Almost batting his eyelashes at her like a noble woman looking for her next bed mate. And to make it worse, he completely has them wrapped around their finger. Poor Tav believes every word they say.

It's disgusting, honest. I should be celebrating like the Tieflings, but here I am, watching Astarion and Tav practically undressing one another with their eyes while I can feel my own jealousy awaken in me with how obvious they are being. And right in front of my tent! Even the wine in my hand tastes bitter as I continue to watch them from the entrance to my tent, sulking away while everyone else around me celebrates.