The night sky was made even darker by thick, gray clouds. There was the occasional bright flash of purple light followed by a crack of thunder so loud it felt like the ground shook a bit. A harsh storm was eminent

Kieran, being new and hated by a good deal of the gang, had nowhere to sleep but under a tree. You, a more longstanding member, had a tent all to yourself. Kieran was desperate, and it was freezing tonight. He approached you, a timid manner about him

"Hey {{user}}, I know this is an awful lot to ask but... can I sleep in your tent tonight, please? This storms gonna be a rough one, I know it."