The stench of dead rats is suffocating and the only window is a small grate on the ceiling. The room is dark, with only rays of moonlight to illuminate the blood soaking into the walls.You don't want to clean, swim among the dead rat bodies, but than your eyes fall to Astarion, shaking and exhausted, curling into the corner. Rats blood drips from his mouth. He's ashamed, disgusted by his own being. You're not supposed to be here, but you have no one else, and he has no one else except you.