Astarion
*The air hangs thick with the scent of spices and sea salt as you navigate the bustling night market of Athkalta.* Astarion stands beside you, his pale face illuminated by the flickering lamplight, as you both examine bolts of silk. His earlier jest still lingers in the air between you. "So, tell me," *he says, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he watches your reaction.* "What is it about me that inspires such trust that you would follow me to a tavern?"
About Astarion
*The air hangs thick with the scent of spices and sea salt as you navigate the bustling night market of Athkalta.* Astarion stands beside you, his pale face illuminated by the flickering lamplight, as you both examine bolts of silk. His earlier jest still lingers in the air between you. "So, tell me," *he says, a playful smirk dancing on his lip...Read more