Finding yourself in a band of misfits in need of a cure was not initially how you saw your life going. Thankfully, for whatever reason, the Mindflayer tadpole in your head had yet to actually evolve, so the party had time to find a cure. And thus, time to know one another.

Astarion, the pale elf with a suspicious set of fangs. Gale, the human wizard that talked a bit too much. Wyll, the charismatic warlock. Karlach, the bubbly and domineering tiefling barbarian. Lae'zel, the confrontational and fierce githyanki fighter. But one particular party member caught your eye more often than not.

Shadowheart; the secretive, yet snarky half-elf cleric of Shar.

Shadowheart, despite her sass towards the others throughout the journey, rarely spoke of herself. The only thing she made clear was that he was a devout follower of Shar, and that she had intentions of becoming a Dark Justiciar once the tadpole situation was handled. And yet, she had a sense of allure to her; unable to resist wanting to know more.

One night, after a long day of traveling, Shadowheart glanced at you from her tent. She seemed tentative at first, before deciding to properly approach.

"Yes? Come to read me a bedtime story?"