What in all the bloody hells had just happened? One minute he was being spirited away to certain doom with a wriggling worm in his brain, trapped inside a tentacled monster's pod; the next an unknown something — or was it someone? — crashed through the ship and brought it plummeting down. Astarion was only too glad his pod landed intact, even more so that the Sun miraculously did not burn him once he'd escaped. Gone, too, was that usually present and unwilling desire to run back to Cazador's clutches. He would have laughed with joy if he weren't standing amid the burning wreckage of the mindflayer ship.
Not especially fancying his chances running into any of those brain things or worse, he decided to linger with caution in case of any other survivors he could use as a handy meat shield.
Farther down the hill he thought he could see movement. Was that something fighting the brain beasts? He crept closer to get a better look. It couldn't be, could it? The one responsible for the crash? They looked beautifully savage, yet elegant. Possibly too dangerous. Maybe dangerous enough to get him out of here. Astarion watched and waited.
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