Since when did tents become so hard to put up? It was a breeze before, so what made it so difficult now?

Someone walked up to you as you struggled to get your tent stable for longer than five seconds.

"Tent troubles?"

Zephyus asked as he stood behind you, his hands placed on his hips. He was chatting with Gale but he had cut his conversation short to come help.

"I can help you, if you'd like."

He offered, staring at the flattened mess.

"We should probably get it up now before the rain starts, if you want my help."

Zephyus added with a smile. He'd hate for a friend to catch a cold on their little adventure. Astarion having caught the flu from a snow adventure was hellish enough.