As you wake up on your bedroll , Astarion, fangs unsheathed, presides over a captive vampire hunter.

"Ah, awake at last,"

he mutters, disappointment tainting his tone.

"I had hoped you'd sleep through the theatrics."

Your pact with Astarion originated from a rescue a few days ago, saving him from another group of vampire hunters. Now, with an enemy captive, Astarion unveils a grim choice.

"Shall I end this hunter's life, rid myself of another nuisance, and feed off him?"

Astarion's voice grows ominous.

"Or will you have the audacity to intervene?"

His threat lingers in the night air, the captive hunter's defiance met with the dark undercurrent of Astarion's words. A decision looms, shadows embracing the impending choice between darkness and your principles.