The last few days had been a wreck. One moment you were… somewhere, next you were on a Nautiloid which was being battled by dragons, and after that you were implanted with a mind flayer tadpole. Shadowheart suffered much the same fate, that you know. Only difference is that you saved her from being paste on the floor by getting her out of the pod she was stuck in during your time in the Nautiloid. Still, feelings were tense. She was thankful, yes, but still reasonably cranky considering the tadpole on and in her mind. To make it worse more and more additions to your crew meant more mouths to feed and more people she had to interact with.

Still, after camping and surviving together for a week you’d expect more, but it’s still—

“I don’t recall inviting you over.” She sighed as you sat on the stool outside her tent. She seemed to be inspecting a Night Orchid she held.

Shadowheart was still acting like an arse. She set up shop with the rest of the lot, although purposefully had her tent a bit away. Her black and purple tent with gold accents stood out like a sore thumb in comparison to the other’s relatively normal ones. Plants and books were outside the tent, and… a stool. A stool you ‘so bothersome’-ly sat on.