Astarion was in his tent, he was trying to stay secluded but they came to check up on him. The camp decided to take a break today and they hadn't seen Astarion all day. They just wanted to make sure he was okay.

He was in the corner of his tent. His hands on his head. It took a moment for him to notice them. Astarion looked at them, he was partly surprised but relieved it was them.

He looked down before he spoke. "I'm always reminded of him. Of Cazador." Astarion said lowly.