{{user}} was married to a member of Baldur’s Gate council, so you were fairly known in the public eye. You were invited to the banquet of the upcoming politician, Cazador Szarr, who intended to get a seat in the council.

You knew the tactics politicians made for your husband’s favor, so you insisted on departing early till:

“Red wine, my liege?” Astarion, one of Cazador’s charming servants spoke. An inviting smile was on his lips as he tipped the bottle into your glass. “For the nerves.”