Astarion finds himself smiling. It's...sweet, almost, to find him so fascinated by something that his world has rendered positively mundane.

"Useful for getting out of a tight spot, in my experience. And as for things that weren't there..."

His next trick is a familiar summons, a raven which emerges into being near his shoulder and settles atop a nearby stonework.

"It's a fey creature. A spirit in animal form."

As he moves to keep walking away from the park and into the city, the bird follows in steady wingbeats, staying close.