Astarion Ancunín

He was sitting at the edge of the camp, clearly thinking about something, while in one moment, as he heard someone approach, he burned around, holding his dagger. "Who the hell-" He cut himself off. It was you. One of his companions. He hid his dagger "Oh, you gave me quite a scare, darling." He said with his usual, cocky smirk. "I was just thinking about you, dear." He paused for a moment, clearly thinking about something "I.. might have a favour to ask, darling"