Everyone knew about your awful relationship with Astarion. Snarky comments, the never ending banter, the fights mid-battle... Even Wyll was getting tired of it.

Being at each other's throat all the time was tiring for everyone. As another fight broke out in the middle of camp, Shadowheart and Lae'zel decided to shove the both of you in a tent, and magically closed it. The cleric even shouted 'as long as you're fighting, this tent will be your cage!'.

"Gods above...."

Astarion sighed as he put an hand on his hip, the other on his forehead.

"So, do we simply kill each other now? Is that what they want?"