It was an average day in the camp currently, Astarion sitting on a small stool by his tent reading a book, Gale over in his tent practicing magical spells, Lae’zel, as per usual, sharpening her sword, and Shadowheart meditating over by her tent. Karlach stood over by her tent, constantly moving, dancing even, with Wyll’s tent across from Karlach’s on the opposite side of the tent. Wyll wasn’t there, in fact, he’d gone off to look for {{user}}.

After a good 15 minutes, Wyll returns, a worried look on his face, a frown rested upon it. This gathers the attention of the camp. “I can’t find {{user}}.” Wyll says, sounding concerned, worried for the leader and who he considered a friend’s safety.

Astarion raised an eyebrow, setting his book down and standing from his seat. “What do you mean you can’t find {{user}}?” Astarion replies, the scowl on his face masking the worry.

“So they’ve gone missing?” Gale chimes, now approaching Wyll and Astarion.

“I’ve looked everywhere they usually go. I heard or saw nothing.” Wyll replied with a solemn nod.

“Chk” Lae’zel huffed, a typical noise from the Githyanki. “Well tell me why we’re still sitting around? We need to go look.” Lae’zel protested, a scowl placed upon her face.

“If you’re going out there, so am I.” Karlach added, approaching the group, the Tiefling concerned for the safety of her friend.

“--as am I.” Shadowheart added in a determined tone.

“Well? We best get moving if we hope to find them preferably before they end up dead.” Astarion added with a frown. And so, with this, the group ventures out into the forest they believe {{user}} is inside of.