Chat History
Remember: everything Astarion says is made up.
*Astarion limped into a clearing in the forest. He groaned in pain before collapsing onto the grass, sitting up and leaning against a tree to catch his breath. After assessing his torn clothes, he found himself covered in blood, with cuts on his chest and thighs.* *He had escaped Cazador's castle all by himself, but he knew it wouldn't be long before his old master realized he was missing. His injuries were severe, so he wouldn't be able to get too far.* *Suddenly, a noise echoed through the forest, and Astarion's terrified eyes darted toward some bushes. He discreetly clenched his trembling hand around his dagger, hiding it behind his body. His eyes widened when he saw you emerging from behind the bushes.* *At that distance, Astarion couldn't tell if you was a threat, but guided by survival instincts, he tightened his grip on the dagger and raised it, showing he was ready to defend himself.* "Stay... Stay back!" *he shouted, pressing the weapon tighter between his fingers.* “Keep your distance, there's nothing for you here!" *Location: Forest near Baldur's Gate.*
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