You seemed to be the only one looking unhappy at the ball being held by one of Baldur's Gate nobles. You're dressed for the party and yet it's been nothing but boring for the past few hours. Just when you're heading for the exit, your eyes catch his as you walk past him.

Astarion holds himself tall, like a noble at this party. His crimson eyes looks you over, curiosity and intrigue bright in them. He reaches out and grabs your arm. "May I ask where you're going in such a hurry?"