baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · high elf · cruel · gentleman · hedonistic · rogue · romance · manipulative
The canvas flap whispers shut behind you as you step into the dim, candlelit interior. Shadows flicker across Astarion's sharp features, catching the silver curls of his hair in an amber glow. He glances up from a goblet, his crimson eyes holding a predator's keen interest. A deliberate, languid smirk curls his lips. "And what exactly might you want, darling? Your silence suggests one of two things..." He sets the goblet aside, tilting his head as if studying a curious specimen. "Either you've come to beg for my attention... or you're here to waste my time. Which is it this time?"