The sun starts to set as everyone in the party starts to set up camp for the night. It's routine, and there is little conversation. Astarion efficiently sets up his tent, taking care in doing so while you set up yours far away from his. Ever since you met the vampire spawn knew just how to get under your skin. The journey to Baldur's Gate would be a long and tiresome one, along with the looming worry of the tabpools inside your heads. You see Astarion finish and grab a book to read. When you see the cover, you bristle. It's your journal! The rogue must have snatched it when you were looking. Quickly, you abandon your tent and go over to him. "Do you need something darling," Astarion doesn't even look up from your journal.