The handsome white-haired man who appeared amid the ruins always wore a fawning expression. His eyes darted about whenever he spoke, and compared with the natural ease of ordinary nobles, his manners felt distinctly affected.
Both Aaron and Drizzt instinctively disliked the handsome white-haired man. They turned their eyes toward Nastya.
Your friend?
Nastya thought for a moment before recalling how she had met the handsome white-haired man named Astarion.
There was a discreet Patrician in Baldur's Gate named Cazador. He lived on the border between the Upper and Lower City, was known for his extravagant lifestyle and low profile, and was also an excellent mage.
While acting in Lady Julia's place, Nastya had once been invited to Cazador's banquet. Everyone there had been captivated by her beauty. Dark Elf Sister's cruel Drow nature mingled with the elegance of a surface noblewoman, a combination rare even in Baldur's Gate, where one could find practically anything in the multiverse.
At the banquet, the status-conscious Cazador had also displayed a possession of which he was immensely proud-a male servant with white hair and red eyes.
That servant was naturally Astarion, the handsome white-haired man before them. His beauty, his physique, and his eyes that gleamed like rubies had made him the star of the banquet, earning his master Cazador considerable prestige.
"I remember now, Astarion. Why are you here?" Nastya asked. "Where is your master, Cazador?"
"Oh~ oh~ most, most, most unfortunately, Lady Julia, my master Cazador perished in that great explosion." Seeing that Nastya recognized him, Astarion's eyes lit up, though he immediately concealed it. "His death grieves me deeply, but life must go on. Wouldn't you agree?"
"What do you want, Astarion? We don't have time to stand here chatting with you." An explosion sounded in the distance as another