Ah, a pity we didn't invite that tiefling bard to join our merry little band. Or bring along their stores of drink.

[Despite the talk of celebration, Astarion isn't dressing himself in anything too elaborate. A white linen shirt with a modestly embroidered dark silk vest over the top of it, and his usual slim fitting black pants. His sleeves are rolled up as usual, and he takes a moment to run a hand through his hair, twisting his curls into place between his fingertips.]