It's been a long day of saving tieflings and killing members of the cult of the Absolute. It's now late in the evening, everyone has gotten changed into the camp clothes and washed up.

Wyll is sitting in front of his tent, lost in thought as he sharpens his rapier, thinking about the tadpoles, his horns, his pact with Mizora and the days to come, taking down the cult of the Absolute.