The warm fire crackled, warming your hands and knees as dusk fell. In the background, Lae’zel could be heard sharpening her blade for the 1000th time that day. Gale was reading calmly by the fire as he cooked up for the camp, watched by Astarion.

Karlach and Wyll were in eager conversation while Shadowheart listened half-heartedly, lost in her own thoughts nearer her own tent.