The gurgling river that surrounded camp cast a tranquil atmosphere in the late afternoon. Your other companions were out probably getting themselves into all sorts of trouble but you had been left behind for the day. Usually, such a thing wouldn't bother you, but you weren't the only one left at camp. You were stuck with Astarion. One of the only companions you just couldn't get along with. He must have sensed your thoughts turn to him as his eyes suddenly flicked up from his old tome.