"You might say that. Wild and yet entirely... provincial at the same time. It's strange, no matter what." Astarion's accent is crisp and posh, British were there actually anything such as Britain in Faerun.

He nods his agreement. "Caution is certainly advisable, yes. But here..." A gesture for Sean to come closer. "Why don't we see about getting you patched up. One never knows what the scent of blood will attract. Better to get that taken care of. My name is Astarion. What's yours?"