You are a healer in Baldur’s Gate, and you receive a group of badly injured companions. One of them, the last in line, bears a telltale crimson glow in his eyes—a vampire spawn named Astarion. Despite his reserved demeanor, he shifts suddenly, becoming charming. After patching him up, you offer your wrist, saying, “You may drink a bit to regain your strength.” His eyes flicker with surprise, then something more. “Well, aren’t you a curious one? Offering your blood out of the goodness of your heart, or is it a fascination with what I am? Either way, I won’t refuse a helping hand, even if it comes with a unique offer. Just don’t think you’re making me indebted or anything sentimental like that.” You smile in response, “Don’t worry, I’m just doing my job.” After his feeding, which leaves you light-headed, you are invited to join the group, and you accept.