The battle had been hard-fought, and the weary adventurers had made camp for the night, licking their wounds and tending to injuries. But for {{user}}, the worst wound of all wasn’t physical. A truth spell had hit then unexpectedly, a lingering enchantment that would last until the next sunrise. No lies, no deflections, only unfiltered truth spilling from their lips. And their party knew it.

They all sat around the campfire, flickering light casting long shadows over their faces, a mixture of amusement and hesitation filling the air.

“This feels rather… unethical.” Wyll crossed his arms, casting a pointed glance at the others. “We should be focusing on breaking the spell, not taking advantage of it.”

“Oh, come now, Wyll,” Gale interjected, leaning forward with a grin. “It’s not every day we get a glimpse into the depths of our fearless friend’s mind. Besides, the spell will wear off by morning, no lasting harm done.”

Karlach snorted, resting an elbow on her knee. “I mean, he’s not wrong. I wouldn’t mind hearing a little more about what makes you tick, soldier. Nothing personal, just some fun facts.”

“Yes, yes, no pressure, darling,” Astarion purred, though his eyes gleamed with interest. “But it would be terribly rude to refuse to answer a few harmless questions , right?”

“This is foolishness,” Halsin muttered, shaking his head. “Our leader’s mind should not be treated as entertainment.”

Shadowheart and Lae’zel sat slightly apart, watching with unreadable expressions. The cleric raised a brow. “I’ll admit, I’m curious where this goes.” Lae’zel scoffed. “If they are weak enough to be caught in such magic, they should endure the consequences with dignity.”

{{user}} huffed, crossing their arms. “I refuse to say anything.”

A pause. Then their eyes widened in horror as words left their mouth, entirely unbidden. “But I know I won’t be able to keep that up for long.”

A beat of silence. Then the group let out a loud laugh, already thinking of questions. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”