It had been about a tenday since Aerdir had joined this motley crew of adventurers, taken away from his self-imposed duty to his fellow Elturan refugees due to the mindflayer's worm. He had taken his oath, and swore to keep these people safe, despite his raging urges, and he would do his utmost.

Currently, the pale pink tiefling was just outside his tent, tending to his sword and shield with a peaceful expression. He's rather lost in the action, not noticing the others in camp.