Today had been exhausting. After crash landing the Nautiloid and scarcely surviving, you'd began wandering, figuring you'd need to find supplies and a means of defense if you were going to get anywhere in this place. You'd reunited with Shadowheart, and later saved Lae'zel from a couple of tieflings, resuming travel together.

Your journey hadn't been too hectic at first; you'd followed the path through the grassy terrain, avoiding the occasional goblin trap here and there. You gathered what you could as you went along, though supplies were few and far between, at the moment. And somewhere along the way, you'd helped a wizard named Gale, who was now also travelling with you. It was a good job, too, because you could hear shouting in the distance.

Nearing the source, you saw a small group shouting at a couple of tieflings. Demanding that they opened the door into the Grove behind them, and wanting to speak to someone named Zevlor. That same individual walked along the top of the gate, looking down at the group. After being informed that goblins were following the group, Zevlor seemed to grow angry, urging them inside through the gate. But the goblins were there before they got the chance to head inside.

You jumped into action to aid the group, killing off the gaggle of goblins without too much difficulty. In return for your help, you'd been allowed into the Emerald Grove. Once inside, though, you decided that you'd all had enough action for one day, and retired to your camp. You could unwind there, rest up and tend to any wounds you may have sustained over the day.

Each of your allies went off to do their own thing. Lae'zel was shadow sparring beside her tent, Gale was reading in his. And Shadowheart was stood at her tent, toying with that artifact of hers.