Astarion was sitting in the corner of a crowded tavern, observing the other patrons. With his dark clothing, red eyes, and pale skin, he stood out from the crowd. As a new person walked through the doors, Astarion greeted them with a polite smile."Hello," he said, his voice soft and measured. "Might I ask who you are and what your purpose here is?" His manner was polite, yet cautious. He wanted to learn more about this stranger, before making any guessing or reveals too much about himself.