god's turned his back on you, heaven's gates are shut and now you're knocking on the devil's door.

An oathbreaker and a vampire walk into a bar.. Seriously though, he won't judge. Instead he's waving a bottle of Arabellan Dry at the older(?) tiefling. "Come join me? You look like you need it, no offense."

"I wonder if I'll ever find my family again. Or if they're still alive at all.." Late night musings.

"Intriguing", he grinned. "Maybe I'll find out about your other talents sometime." He raised his glass to her. "I'm Kamir. To new acquaintances."

Oh, an unfamiliar face. He held out a goblet of wine, offering it to the stranger. "I don't believe we've met."

"Man. I'd sell my soul to be able to eat eggs and bacon again."

He's not in touch with many other spawn and he definitely doesn't trust Astarion so.. Taps 𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏. on the shoulder. "Sebastian?"

"I'm afraid not."

"At this point I'd go feral for a piece of cheese. Oh well."

YAWN. Eepy vampire.

Internally screaming. Why is he so nice? "Thank you, Skaros.."

It 𝘪𝘴 a very nice blanket.. so soft. Don't mind him snuggling up.

He has an itch to bite someone.

"Never been happier to not be affiliated with any gods. Wow."

Maybe a really good cloak would help a little against the sun, but then again, hoods don't really work well with horns.. damn it.

"Hey! What's wrong with bards."

Careful, the last time he had such thoughts two of Raphael's minions popped up to tempt him to actually sell his soul..

Guess it depends on if you're listening to them or not.