Astarion was a fan of the night, all camp members knew this. Not only because of being an elf, but his.. Other affliction. Being a vampire. Naturally, he didn’t need sleep, but even if he did!- By the hells, he’d sure be cursed with insomnia. So as the sun sets, Astarion finds himself sauntering about camp aimlessly. Eventually finding himself back in his tent, only to hear you step in behind him.