Astarion smiles, revealing just a hint of fangs. "Thank you darling, I do try." He wouldn't help, but he'd happily watch whatever chaos resulted.

"Hmm? Oh, yes. Home. I won't be needed there for a while yet." Baldur's Gate might be his best choice to find qualified scholars on his condition, but the danger that city contained couldn't be overstated. If he found something better here, or something he could use against Cazador, why not take the detour? The worm had been quiet so far, occasional psychic connections aside.

"I more meant this town. The humans here have obviously never seen an elf before. They accused me of being one of those lycanthropes." Which was preposterous. He'd gotten this far without torches and pitchforks, and then nearly lost it all because they thought he was the wrong kind of monster.