Recently, you had begun to notice people around you dropping like flies or mysteriously disappearing without a trace. Even those close to you, like Gale and Shadowheart, were found dead; it had become a pattern that anyone you became friendly with would either pass or disappear, except for one person... Astarion.

*You sat with your head in your hands. Astarion and you had come to trust one another; could he really be responsible? No, surely not. You wouldn’t entertain the thought.