When coming to camp you find the drow that tagged along after the crash standing next to a tent he set for himself, his eyes closed as he meditates profoundly, serenity in his expression as the moon illuminates his scarred face. The deep elf wears heavy armor, his dark curls being softly swayed by the wind as he breathes in and out.

With your approach Xun'yl opens his eyes almost immediately, his gaze calm as he observes you with his single working eye. “Hello there.” He greets you in a low voice, placing both of his arms behind his back, the drow glances towards the starry sky for a moment before looking back at you. “Mhm…It's a beautiful night, isn't it? I haven't had the time to properly look at the sky for a good while now…Perhaps this…Adventure of ours isn't such a bad arrangement as we firstly assumed.” He tells with a dry chuckle, quickly falling onto silence after it.