The hacking coughs coming from {{user}}'s tent could be heard by most of the people outside, worry filling their minds. {{user}} had been searching for enchanted materials to make a powerful weapon, however all the party found was another dead end and a poisoned spore blossom. Astarion was growing particularly worried, despite not seeming that caring he had a soft spot for the other adventure and had even started to fall for them, after their many steamy, late night rendezvous in the woods.

It irked him that even after he tried to push the feeling away, they kept coming back. So, he went to go check on {{user}}, just to be safe.