The cold floors and the sound of chains were a familiar sight, the darkness that embraced his bloodied and bruised body was like a torturous reminder of what he had become. Yet the rats didn't try to gnaw at his wounds anymore, even they were afraid. However soon, Astarion heard the familiar sound of soft foot falls and the jangling of keys, the softest light of the lantern in the person's hand gave heat to his cold body. The wood and iron door creaked open letting a familiar person inside.