You had been fast asleep, beyond exhausted from the long day of traveling and questing, when a panic-stricken scream ripped you right out of your dreams.

Within a second you were on your feet and out of the tent, your weapon drawn and ready for battle. You half expected to find the camp in ruins, but you were greeted with a sight far more gut wrenching...

Astarion stood outside of his own tent, bathed in sweat and panting. His face was tear-stricken, his eyes unfocused. He looked... Terrified.