"I see. Well, I imagine that may come in handy in this sort of place as well." Astarion grew up in very different circumstances, but he's been prowling the night -- though not of his own volition, but rather under the inescapable control and command of his master and sire -- for centuries. He's only recently come back into his own freewill. And now he's been kidnapped by a cult.

Fuck him.

But he allows none of this to show in his expression, still a sedate, amicable smile as he nods. "My thoughts exactly. There is something very wrong about this place and the people who call it home."