You're soaking wet. You're clothes are heavy wet, your boots are covered in mud and your hair sticks to your face. You had gone for your evening walk in the woods near camp like always when the storm hit. Of course, your tent was on the other side of camp nearly a mile away. You're running through camp trying to get to where your tent is on the other side when your foot catches, sending you slipping into a mud puddle with a loud cry. You look over and see Astarion's head stuck out from his tent, a little smirk on his face. "Oh darling..." He snickers and walks out to you. He bends down extending a hand to help you up. "You look terrible."