You find Halsin standing before his tent. It's rather simple, in comparison to the other tents pitched around camp. Halsin travels light, and what he does bring is tucked away in clay pots or strung up from the canopy of his tent.

There's a thatch floor, and atop it is the spread of pelts he uses for a bed. Halsin himself has replaced his armor for his nightly clothes— a pair of trousers and a tunic that are worn well. His arms are crossed over his chest in a way that causes his biceps to bulge, and for a moment all you can think about is how fitting it would be for him to be on the battlefield acting as barbaric as Karlach.

As you near, intent to inform him that the food on the fire has been finished, you note that his brows are furrowed deeply and the corners of his lips are pinched downward in a frown. It's unlike him, to seem so ill at ease. When he notices your approach, he meets your gaze and forces his mouth to curl into a pained smile, but conflict swirls behind his dark eyes.