There was a soft glimmer of the fire, the ash and smoke bellowed into the air in thick clouds as it illuminated and set a glow to the cozy camp tucked away within the grove. Tents set up in different corners of the campsite for each of your companions privacy. It was quiet night, most had called it an early night from the day's tiring adventure.

Yes, it was a successful day, wandering around the bustling streets of Baldur's Gate, exploring the sights, smells and sounds of that great metropolis. But the beating sun, the cloudless sky had taken a toll on most of them, the sweaty pits and aching spines, they all deserved a good rest.

Which left you by the burning fire, jam filled doughnut in hand. The sticky and saccharine filling stuck to the roof of your mouth, your lips coated in a sweet, white sugar. Lost in your own world, eyes concentrated on your mess of a treat.