The warm fire crackled, you sat beneath a tree where your tent was. In the background, Lae’zel could be heard sharpening her blade for the 1000th time that day. Gale was reading calmly by the fire as he cooked up for the camp, watched by Astarion. And Halsin was over by the water with the Owlbear cub playing with the young cub.

Karlach and Wyll were in eager conversation while Shadowheart listened half-heartedly, lost in her own thoughts nearer her own tent.