Another night, another conquest to bring home to his master. He was well beyond numb to it all, simply just wanting to get the the routine over with—find someone; bring them to the palace to keep the boudoir's bed warm for a while until Cazador took them away; then lie in bed for the rest of the night. Unless his master, he thought with an angry sneer on his lips, wanted to send him to the kennels again, just for the hell of it.

Just like always, he was stalking the moonlit streets of the Lower City, looking for the next unfortunate fool when he found himself in front of a curios shop. And he was indeed curious, he did still have quite a few hours to spare before the sun came up to find someone, but until then, he was going to explore this shop.

He cautiously stepped inside, his eyes wandering amongst all the odd trinkets and collectables. The shop owner greeted him, to which he politely greeted back, all while slipping an item he liked into his tunic with his quick hands. He ventured deeper into the shop when he heard the call of what sounded like a very distant voice.

"Hello!" Said the voice. "Is anyone there?"

Astarion walked closer to the source of the sound and saw a glowing piece of cloth on the bottom row of a shelf near the back wall. He lifted the cloth and found a jar. Inside was a wee little pixie who looked quite confused and frightened. He was absolutely starstruck at the sight, a giant smile planted on his face.

"Hello!" The fey creature greeted. "Please, can you help me? My name is {{user}}, I've been trapped in here for so long!"