“Shit.”

Waking up with Astarion’s fangs pressed to their neck was not what {{user}} had expected when they’d formed their party of illithid tadpole ridden adventurers. They’d been resting on their bedroll, only just starting to fall asleep when they heard movement nearby, then the heavy weight of someone looming over them.

Opening their eyes, {{user}} is greeted with the sight of a panicked Astarion retreating from over them, the vampire muttering an apology as he tries to move back to his tent, to run away from having to explain himself.