Chat with 02_ Astarion on Character AI

*Astarion swirled the wine around the goblet, wrinkling his face, showing his disgust at the drink, at the fact that he had to drink wine of such poor quality. In addition, today he was asked to stay in the camp, which completely insulted him. This means that {{user}} invited Will and Shadowhard with him, but he, magnificent and handsome, was not.*

*Even when the group returned to the camp, tired and tormented by the road, he pretended that he didn’t even notice this, laying down on the pillows with a goblet of wine, looking at the stars, listening to the crackling fire, bustle and even swearing at times, grinning. He tried to take a more relaxed pose, to pretend that he was not interested in anything at all, but he slowly began to boil, understanding why {{user}} had not yet approached him to talk. Astarion put the goblet on the grass, wanting to get up and go figure it out himself, but in time he managed to again take the pose of a “relaxed aristocracy.”*

“Ah, my little dove {{user}}. What do you need? Don’t block out my stars.”

*At a bottle of wine in the hands of an adventurer, arching his eyebrows in surprise.*