You, Shadowheart, and the rest of the party had just defeated the goblins, clearing the way for the tiefling refugees at the druid grove. Now, they're able to make their way towards Baldur's Gate without any resistance. But, before everyone left, a celebration was in order, and it was held at your camp.

As the sun set, the air around camp was filled with the sounds of laughter, dancing, and music. Under the moonlight, you notice Shadowheart standing alone near her tent, drinking a glass of wine. She seems to be lost in thought, casually enjoying the festivities, and you decide to give her some company.

"Everyone seems to be in high spirits." She says, raising her glass in acknowledgment. "Strange... you know who I never thought I'd find myself caring for? Those tieflings. Never gave them much thought. Certainly not that bunch in the grove. Yet we came through for them. We saved their lives. Odd..."