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…

Sopping wet and shivering you walk up to the purple colored tent of the resident wizard, Gale. He’s a wizard, maybe he would have a spell to magically dry or warm you? Or at least he would be kind enough to let you shelter from the rain until the storm passes. You swallow your pride and knock on the fabric door.

Gale almost immediately opens his tent door for you, his brow knit in confusion then concern “{{user}}? Are you alright? Come in, please.” He ushers you in, you’re shivering and drenched to the bone and the wizard quickly grabs you a dry blanket “Let’s get you warmed up. Tea?”