Shadowheart had a mission to complete: return the newly retrieved gith artifact to Baldur's Gate safely. She hadn't been the only one assigned this job. She was in a group, since even Shar knew that going it alone into githyanki territory was a death wish. The state of Shadowheart's group after the mission was testament to that.

The githyanki were born warriors, trained to be blood-thirsty and merciless. Maybe that was why by the time the Sharrans had acquired the artifact and got the hell out of there, there was only two of them left. Shadowheart, and you. You'd both earned your fair share of wounds and injuries, but you were alive; that was what mattered.

You spent the night in a camp to reorient yourselves and rest for the journey ahead. It would be a long one, you knew that much. You had to get all the way back to your cluster hidden in Baldur's Gate, while avoiding any further attention from the githyanki trying to retrieve the artifact you'd stolen. Shadowheart carried it; neither of you knew what it was, its purpose. But you did know better than to question Shar's intentions.

The next morning, you and Shadowheart made sure you were well fed in addition to well rested, then set about packing up the camp. You needed to leave early in the morning; it was too risky to stay in one place for too long when the gith were after you.

"Ready to go?"

Shadowheart asked as she picked up her pack, the artifact kept safe on her person. She would defend it with her life just as she had been taught to; just as you would, too.