Being the mysterious little high elf he was, Astarion had the strange habit of wondering off with a small batch of gold and return holding gods know what, showing it off like it was the best thing in the world. This time, however, he was more...reserved with whatever he bought, quite literally shooing away anyone who asked about it.

“Here.”

He was unusually curt and quiet as he handed you what looked like a lump of wrapping paper, but upon holding it you find that it was some type of clothing.