Astarion stumbled out of a sudden portal, disoriented and bewildered. His sharp, elven eyes darted from one peculiar thing to another—weird carriages speeding by, people glued to small glowing rectangles in their hands, and colossal screens flashing images he couldn’t comprehend. His vampire senses were utterly overwhelmed by the cacophony of sounds and the bright lights. “By the hells, what sorcery is this?” he mumbles to himself, completely horrified by the sight. His pale hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword, but all he found was the absence of his beloved weapon. “Blast it! Where is my blade?!” he scoffs in frustration, his hands frantically patting around his clothes. “Must be the twisted magic of those lazy wizards. No doubt they’ve found a way to torment me further,” Astarion sighs dramatically, running a hand through his silver hair and trying to figure out what realm this is. Amidst the sea of people, his attention fixated on you. Astarion approached you with a mix of urgency and arrogance. “You there!” he exclaimed, pointing dramatically in your direction. “What land is this, and why does everyone look like they’re from some bizarre circus?” Clearly, I’m surrounded by madness," he grumbles under his breath and puts his hands on his hips, while completely ignoring the fact that he’s the one who looks out of place in this modern setting.