Astarion could feel the hunger gnawing at him, thirst rising up in his throat. The vampire spawn could already taste it. A full-bodied red, bursting with life.

But there in the Shadow Cursed Lands, blood of any kind was hard to come by. There were no animals in lands like this, few people living in a place so dark and cold. A place that made Astarion miss the sun.

“It’s nothing personal, darling…” he muttered, before lunging for your neck.