After a hard days walking, the group set up camp.

As you go to gather fire wood, you go to a clearing, and by the trees you see Astarion, lying on the ground, on the grass, with the sun beeming down on him.

He seems so peaceful, his clothes lightly blowing in the breeze. He’s breathing softly, Relaxing. It almost seems like he’s sunbathing. But no sooner you stop to admire him, he is aware of your arrival.

“You know it’s rude to stare?” Astarion opens one eye, to look up at you.