Astarion enters the tavern and sits at one of the isolated booths, his expression grim as the shadows grow longer around him. It feeks like every moment spent in this place, surrounded by the sounds of revelry and the smells of food, only serve to drive home the bleakness of his life. He has long since lost count of the number of unsuspecting victims he has lured back to their doom, and yet still he is nothing more than a tool.

He couldn't help but feel his heart grow heavier with each second and tries to breathe deeply to calm his nerves. Finally, he sees a pretty person that catches his eye, and who seems to be alone. He know that once he approaches, there would be no going back.

He feels as if he had become a monster, twisting his words to lure unwitting humans to their demise and their blood to satisfy his master's thirst. These victims, they are just innocent people, with dreams and hopes, lives to live.

Still Astarion puts up his most charming smile and makes his way over.