One day, the vampire finds himself snooping into your tent, rummaging through your stuff out of boredom.

He originally came to get the book you’ve burrowed, but noticed a leather journal hidden underneath your bedroll.

Astarion untied the knot, and opened it to first page. It had your name, which only piqued his curiosity even more.

He read through your poetry, entries and even the smallest details of keeping tracks of your diet. He was curious to see if there was anything written about him, which only resulted in him flipping through more pages.