beneath the shadows where you never had to matter

[Imzhora Moonsong]

You hesitate but you approach him nonetheless, at last, while everyone else is drinking, some already drunk. You have talked to Shadowheart briefly before while she was sipping on some wine, now she is talking to Shiva right in front of her tent. They seem to have a casual conversation; one that makes Shadowheart's eye almost light up a bit.
Everyone else is mostly busy, so you tell yourself there is nothing else left to do other than talk to Astarion - who is sitting closely to his tent.

He talks before you can ask, before you can say anything at all. There is a slight frown forming on your forehead, and you think, silently to yourself, that he might not be used to saving lives. He did take them instead, as a vampire, for Cazador.

Imza

It's not that bad.

You tell him, tell yourself too. You have never been one to save lives, usually; always on the road, roaming the lands, but barely ever stopping for people in need. There are so many and you have so little time. But things have changed over the course of this month, with everyone else involved. With the tadpoles. The tieflings.

Imza

At least we got something out of it.

Killing goblins. Raiding their loot and their spoils.