Thrawn had looked up and taken note of the bat. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but he didn't think so. His research had said that vampire spawn couldn't turn into bats, but perhaps it had been mistaken. Or Astarion had found an alternate way.

He showed up at the Elfsong the next day after sundown, as promised, once more in his Drow disguise. He'd been mistaken for a paladin earlier, thanks to his style of armor and the mace at his hip, and had decided to roll with it. He had called Eli earlier, and asked if he was about done with his own mission, and had gotten an affirmative. The man was already on his way back to the Chimaera.

Spotting Astarion and making his way over to him, Thrawn said in a low voice. "Hello again. Are you prepared?"