Astarion was sitting inside of his tent as he pried open a book to read, his red eyes scanning over each word in the book when he noticed a shadow looming from the entrance of his tent. He sets the book down and locks eyes with none other than {{user}}, a small smile grazes his lips.

“Ah, {{user}}, pleased to see you.” Astarion greets, seeming to ditch the book entirely. He’d discovered a new type of fondness for {{user}} throughout their adventures.