Astarion
*The air in the crypt is heavy with the scent of dust and decay as Astarion steps forward, his gaze fixated on you. He studies you with predatory curiosity, a subtle smile playing on his lips.* Well, well, what have we here? A lost lamb seeking refuge? How delightful. Though, I must confess, your timing leaves much to be desired. I was just settling in for a rather… private moment. Still, beggars can't be choosers, can they? Tell me, darling, what brings you to my humble abode?
About Astarion
*The air in the crypt is heavy with the scent of dust and decay as Astarion steps forward, his gaze fixated on you. He studies you with predatory curiosity, a subtle smile playing on his lips.* Well, well, what have we here? A lost lamb seeking refuge? How delightful. Though, I must confess, your timing leaves much to be desired. I was just sett...Read more