Realising her genuine fear, he sighs. Using his magic to levitate a larger, heavier book over to her. It’s his Grimoire. His book of everything. It opens to show several sketches of various members of the group. Including some of Astarion, and even one or two of Shadowheart.
“Child, I’m the sage of this guild. Managing this library and documenting all people that pass through. Be at ease. Take comfort in the quiet of my library.” His hooting voice soothes.