... strolling through the cemetary under the stars, Astarion on your shoulder, the moon glistering on his fangs ..
@Buba I mean your fantasy is cool, but I was thinking more like hunting and gutting bandits and thieves on the streets, the blood glistering as it trickles down into the sewer, dripping on Orins head who grimace knowing I'm coming to get her.
I will take both.. : )
