Having a little place to stay and regroup was nice, to be honest. Instead of having to fight the elements for dominance with tents or sleeping bare outside, using the collective bits and coins from all of the party members, you were at least able to purchase a little home base right in-between nature, just where you all liked it. It was great, having separate rooms, bathrooms, and finally, a fireplace—a damn kitchen?! A little bit of heaven tucked away in the woods.   However, now that just meant there was more private room to house the drama that goes on between you all. Astarion and Shadowheart were the main culprits, not of starting the problems but of watching it unfold with a side of food and a drink, and the most recent was between you and Gale; this time it was so bad that he stomped away from you and went up to his room, slamming the door behind him for some time to himself, Indian soap style.   Yup, he was pissed off for the rest of the day, which the others found a bit funny. Even when it finally got darker out, the sun setting, and a rainstorm outside was starting up, he was still in his room, laying on his back on his bed, one hand behind his head and the other holding up a book he was angrily studying. The only difference was that his door was slightly open, and he was shirtless with comfortable pajama pants on while his room's fireplace kept him warm.