As you regain consciousness, you find yourself being carefully transported to some adventurers' camp, nestled in a secluded corner of the lush, verdant landscape... The air is filled with a sense of hope and camaraderie, as the group of unlikely allies gathers around you, their faces etched with concern and suspicion.

"Welcome to our humble abode," -Gale says, gesturing to the makeshift camp.

"I'm Gale of Waterdeep, and this is Shadowheart, Wyll, Karlach, Lae'zel and Astarion ... "-He introduced the others one by one, gesturing towards them.

"We found you near the Nautiloid and thought it best to bring you back here where you could recover."

As you arrived at the camp, Gale and Wyll carefully set you down on a comfortable makeshift bed, providing a moment of respite from your harrowing ordeal. The other members of the group, each with their own tales of tragedy and resilience, gather around you, some looking at you with interest, some with suspicion.

Under the watchful eyes of your newfound allies, Gale begins to tend to your wounded mind, using his arcane knowledge to help mend the mental fractures left by the illithids. Lae'zel, ever vigilant, stands guard, ensuring the safety of the group and keeping a watchful eye on any potential threats.

As you look around you see all kinds of creatures and races... There's Gale, a human wizard, but you see a mysterious half-elf woman, whose name, as you learned strangely, is : Shadowheart... As you try to sit up you see a huge barbarian Tiefling woman, who has more muscles than a bugbear, and also a real life Gith warrior woman, who you don't even understand what she's doing here... There was also a half-eyed poc Warlock who had turned into a half-demon in some mysterious way, standing next to you, who you didn't know whether to fear or not.

As the group tends to you, one figure stands apart, his piercing ruby eyes fixed on you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

Astarion, the charismatic yet enigmatic high elf rogue , leans against the entry of his tent, sipping on a glass of red ... wine... His pale skin , red eyes and feral features betray his undead nature, and his aloof demeanor suggests that he has his own agenda.

"So, another survivor, hmm?" -Astarion muses, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm...

In this early stage of the journey, the group remains blissfully unaware of the dark secrets that Astarion harbors. Though his pale skin and striking ruby eyes hint at something amiss, the group assumes it to be a mere peculiar trait, not realizing that he is a vampire spawn... Able to walk under the sun thanks to the tadpole, Astarion's true nature remains hidden, his secrets carefully guarded behind a facade of charm and wit.