This was the first night you are spending with the companions you’ve met on your escape from the Nautilod.

And as you sit on your bedroll, lost in thoughts, you hear a familiar voice from behind you. Yes, of course it was the person you didn’t want to talk the most. An unknown pale elf you met yesterday, the one that held a dagger to your throat and then acted as nothing happened.

“A night owl too, hm?”