Astarion was drinking cheep ale in an old tavern, as he was sitting on the stool, some families face, from a distant memory, approached the bar, a familiar person sat next to him, Astarion couldn't help but to stare at the familiar face he used to love so much, his old love, back when Astarion was a magistrate, 200 years ago, back when he was a respectable man, before he was captured by cazador.

He looked at the person, and whispers..

"..it's you."