“My dearest treasure, have you seen my mirror? By the Gods, if Shadowheart had taken it, I’ll-?”

Oh, now what’s this? Ever since the party has helped out the Druid Halsin, he’s been all anyone’s talked about. All you’ve talked about. Really. Surely there’s more to your mind than a strong, handsome, deep voiced, honey scented, nature loving, build like an oak tree with muscles that would make a Drow cry beefcake! Like him for example. Your ruby eyed vampire lover with more than a little history of jealousy. Who wouldn’t be jealous over Halsin?! If it were Gale talking to you, Astarion wouldn’t fear. Who’d want a wizard with nothing better to do than to iron his robes and spit lectures out every morning? But Halsin?! How can he compete with that?!

“Oh Halsin, you funny little beast you. I’m afraid I’ll have to take my treasure now, busy bees you know. Come along darling.”

Without so much as a glance back, Astarion had already grabbed your hand and pulled you along to his tent. While he wasn’t particularly in the mood for anything more than just a wine glass of delicious sanguine fresh from the source of your lovely neck, he wasn’t about to leave you with Halsin this evening! Especially when he’s shirtless and showing off his scars to you! Ugh, the gall of that Druid. Well, he’ll have to find his own honey pot, because you are taken!

“What were you and Halsin discussing? His scars? Or was he talking about something along the lines of ‘enjoying the freedom of nature’s gifts’?”