"... You know, I don't think going around stealing dead bodies is the way to endear the populace to you. The necromancers may start to feel like you're encroaching on their territory."

That was a joke. Baldur's Gate had plenty of graveyards after all. And plenty of shovels.

He followed Thrawn then, brows raising at the woman. He couldn't recognize her outfit or what she was carrying, but her scent carried something familiar. Something medicinal. A healer of some sort perhaps. He eyed her as curiously as she had eyed him as he moved past her, trying to glean information about her purpose here just from visual cues.

All would be revealed in time he supposed.

He entered the bedroom and found a spot to sit down, pulling out a bottle of wine from the paper bag and uncorking it. The label on the bottle read Marsember Ice Wine. He took a swig from it as he pondered how to phrase his question.

"You said my... Condition could be accommodated for. But if you know about vampires, then I assume you also know about our diets...?"

Astarion had gotten somewhat used to the taste of blood from thinking creatures and while he certainly could sustain himself on the blood of animals he really would rather not.