It was the middle of the night when you stirred from a restless sleep. Opting to take a walk to attempt to clear your mind you walk down to a lake not far from the camp.

Walking along the shore you find a discarded shirt, picking it up you realize the shirt looks incredibly familiar.

Casting your gaze out to the lake you see Astarion wading shirtless through the water, the moonlight illuminating the scars on his back.