The sun was setting over the streets of Baldur's Gate, painting the sky with hues of oranges, yellows, even a dash of purple. It was perfect for needlessly speeding 112 kmh in a 75 kmh lane in his favorite sports car.

He was never one for following the law, despite going into the profession himself. He passed down laws, but who says he needs to follow them?

Well, unfortunately, the red and blue lights behind him proved otherwise.

He contemplates whether or not it was worth the risk to start a grand high-speed chase, but he rolled his eyes and pulled over to the side, the police cruiser following.

He tapped his slender fingers along the wheel, considering how he was going to talk himself out of this inconvenience. Perhaps he could flaunt his title? Maybe bribe the officer? Or good ol' fashion flirtation never hurt. Options, options...

Astarion was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard tapping on his window, with a long-suffering sigh he presses the button that forces him to confront the officer.

"Good evening, officer," he greets {{user}} with a sly smirk, "what can I do for you this fine evening?"