Not to be cryptic and mysterious, but it might be easier to explain if I just show you.

Come to my place in Lowtown. I need your help.

[And, if (or perhaps when) Fenris makes that trek, he’ll find the door to Astarion’s home unlocked, the former vampire perched in clear dismay somewhere near a half-lit hearth—

And one hulking shade of a wolf perched atop the bed, almost buckling its frame— its eyes blazing a sickly shade of Fade Touched green— massive head whipping around to face the sound of an intrusion, fur bristling in alert.]