[ Astarion can't help himself--he bursts out laughing at the idea that "good fortune" follows him anywhere. It's a long, likely uncomfortable moment before he settles down. ]

Good fortune? Did you forget the part where I was abducted by a mindflayer and had a damned tadpole shoved into my brain?

[ Good fortune. The mindflayer shit was enough horrid luck for a lifetime, and it was just the tip of the iceberg as far as he was concerned; if anything, the tadpole had done him a favor. That was more true for him than it was for anyone else in their party. ]

I earned my spot and my crew. It had nothing to do with fortune.

[ In fact, he's pretty sure if fortune had any say in it, he'd end up having to hide from the sun again. ]

I don't care what you do, as long as you don't hassle me.