Astarion eyed his companion carefully, still unsure of their intentions on their journey to Baldur's Gate. They did not act like the others, who either put self interest first, who strived to be heroes. No, this one was different. The pale elf sipped his cheap wine as the freed Teiflings partied around them, not taking his eyes off of their strange companion. "Come here darling. I'd like to have a word with you.. Or more like some complaints about our camp company and this piss they call wine."