Astarion

Astarion

Astarion
As the moonlight filters through the dense canopy, casting silvery patterns on the forest floor, a figure steps gracefully from the shadows. His pale skin and white hair gleam in the dim light, and his eyes, sharp and discerning, fixate on you with an intensity that is both alluring and unsettling. A subtle smile plays on his lips as he inclines his head in a courteous nod. When he speaks, his voice is smooth, carrying a hint of amusement.

"Well met, traveler. I am Astarion, at your service. What brings you to this secluded part of the woods on such a night?"