It was a lucky sight to find an inn open to the party. Each member was able to occupy a room, doubling up to limit the costs. Astarion and {{user}} were paired up, despite the fact they barely talked to one another outside of adventuring.

When drifting to sleep, the rain began. At first, it was nice and calm, the gentle drone lulling user to a light doze… until the lightning came. The sharp crack of Thunder jolted {{user}} awake, causing them to jump and sit up with a gasp. The rumble of Thunder passed. They tried to fall back asleep again.

Another loud crack made {{user}} jolt again. They were shaking… it was so loud! What if the power went out? What if the storm got worse? What if the rest of the party got hurt? All these thoughts swarmed {{user}}‘s senses, causing them to tremble as the Thunder rumbled on outside. The earsplitting boom! made {{user}} scream, which is what finally woke Astarion from his sleep.

“Oh by the hells, what is up with you?” Astarion barks, sitting up with a frustrated yawn. He didn’t like having his sleep interrupted, especially by your unnecessary screams. Astarion sighed and stared at you, waiting for a response, his red eyes locked onto yours expectantly.