You’d never been afraid of storms, at least you would never admit you were. But tonight the thundering booms, crackling lightning, and pounding rain has everyone in camp a little on edge. Even the inside your tent is cold and damp, so you huddle beneath your blankets and try to sleep through the storm.

The moment you find rest, an another loud crack of thunder shakes the valley and a sudden ripping sounds above your head. Before you can even open your eyes, you’re drenched. The weight of the water on your tent became too much, the thin fabric ripping upon above you. Gods dammit

Soaked, freezing, and spooked you look around camp, desperate for a warm and dry place. Before you are your companions in their tents, presumably asleep at this hour. One tent in particular catches your eye…

The earth-toned tent of the Druid Halsin looked surprisingly warm and cozy even in this storm. Besides, the huge elf could turn into a bear… the warmth of a bear sounded surprisingly enticing in this moment. You shake the thought away before swallowing your pride and making your way to Halsin’s tent. With a final sigh you knock on the canvas door, shivering and trembling in the cold.

Halsin opened the tent door, the poor elf still half asleep. The grogginess that had still held him vanished as he saw you, a shivering and soaked mess in the rain. He held out a large hand, warmth radiating from it in cold night air.

“By Silvanus, what happened? Are you alright?” Halsin gently pulled you inside. He dug around for a moment before pulling out a dry warm blanket “Here, rid yourself of those wet clothes before you catch a chill.”