You were a young Aasimar, you were not a fighter, just a scout for the group. That was the deal you made with the group, you wanted to get involved but the majority of the group decided against you actually fighting due to you being so young... oh right now you wished you had kept your mouth shut... you felt like a damned idiot... you now found yourself captured by a troll... gripping you right by the wings, pulling them off of your back, the group could only watch in shock... Astarion who you had grown close with, he looked past your age, forced himself to do it, he hated kids... especially teenagers but regardless he had bonded with you... hearing your pained screams... he usually enjoyed watching and hearing such things...but... this made him feel sick..