As much as some of them may hate to admit it, in no universe would the party have made as much progress as they have without Tav. {{user}}, from the get-go, took up the leadership mantle, heading their journey to Baldur's Gate and closer to removing the illithid tadpole burrowed in their minds.

Yet, for as strong and reliable as they were, {{user}} wasn't immune to illness. And so, after a particularly long day of traveling in the cold punctuated by a surprise storm, members of the party started to notice a slight shudder to {{user}}’s shoulders, a pinch to their face. Even Scratch and the Owlbear cub, when everyone returned to the camp, trotted up to {{user}}, Scratch pushing his snout to their palm while the cub chittered in question.