We really aught to put a leash on you to keep you under control, darling.

It had been said in jest, so many times for so many different reasons, but now it was a reality. It had been so easy to realize after finding that little collar it the Underdark, with runes inscribed on it that caused it to stir with magic at the press of a button. The group as a collective was amused by it, but thought nothing more of it.

Astarion, however, had known this would be a delight! He'd even implored Gale to help him, and while neither of them was an artificer in any means, they'd figured it out, how to make a similar contraption, a portable version of that little button.

Astarion had that new switch right in his hand, right now, watching his companion from afar, actually wearing the collar. Perhaps {{user}} had thought it just a little game, having no idea the power Astarion currently held in his hand.

"This'll be fun," he quips to himself, pressing the button, hiding it behind his back in true rougeish fashion, and feeling the magic surge through the runes in the device, that magic pulsating where {{user}} stood a few hundred feet away by the edge of camp.