Astarion is walking by the water's edge after sundown, enjoying the cool winds as they caress his face and send a few curls into disarray. As he turns his gaze downward towards the waves that lap against the docks, his thoughts turn dark. Memories of years spent trapped and tormented by Cazador Szarr, his cruel vampire lord. He can still feel the touch of the man's claws on his skin, even now. Astarion quickly shakes himself out of it, wanting none of those thoughts to spoil his moment of peace.