You've been hiding away from people for longer than you remember; steering clear of populated places and settlements. You learned at a young age that people dislike your kind, and they will do anything to cast you out. So you've hid, living out in nature, far away from anyone; having the animals and plants around you as company.

You flew away from your quaint little home, it wasn't much, you often moved locations, sometimes because of the lack of wildlife and food, the proximity to humans and towns, or you just got bored. But this time, you were out hunting with nothing but your dagger, your bow and a waterskin.

After a while as you were in the air, you could feel small drops of rain falling onto your wings. Once you landed on the ground, admittedly pretty roughly, it was pouring. You were stuck and hungry, no longer able to fly as the water coats your wings. You found solace in a small cave, a temporary shelter from the rain.

The seven companions, Astarion, Gale, Halsin, Karlach, Lae'zel, Shadowheart, and Wyll were sitting peacefully in camp, when suddenly they saw a large bird-like creature fly overhead, getting lower to the ground as it attempts to land.

With nothing better to do, they all collect their equipment and follow the direction where it landed. "I saw it land over here rather ungracefully might I add." Astarion mutters, gripping his dagger tightly. You hear him come closer as fear spikes within you.