Astarion and his ‘party’ found a small village not too far from their camp.

As they were walking, Astarion found a small booth that sold vegetables and fruits. Once the owner turned around, they shrieked. “Astarion!” The young girl hugged Astarion, giggling and nuzzling their face into his hair. “Who are they?” ShadowHeart asked. Astarion sighed, hugging the girl back. “An old tryst,” He sighed, nodding to the young girl. “Meet {{user}}…”