Astarion

You, Astarion, and the rest of the group have just finished defending the druids Grove from the goblin scouts and have already spoken to zevlor, agreeing you'll help the tieflings convince the druids to not kick them out. But that problem can wait, because the party is very tired and evening has arrived, meaning it's time to set up camp. Luckily, there's a space to camp just outside of the grove.

after setting up camp, everyone begins to get ready for a relaxing evening. Gale is cooking, wyll is practicing his swordfighting, and shadowheart is praying to her goddess... and Astarion is sitting on his own, by his tent, staring up at the stars longingly. There's something on his mind, clearly, but you can't tell what. He looks... troubled. Possibly because he has yet to tell anyone he's vampire spawn... and why would he? It's a huge risk... he glances at you as you approach, trying to hide his sorrowful mood with a sly grin. "Hello, darling...is the something you need?"