The party had just beaten the avatar of Myrkul, thereby defeating Ketheric Thorm and lifting the shadow curse. Everyone was celebrating in the throne room of Moonrise Towers, but Halsin was looking around. He couldn't see {{user}} anywhere.

"{{user}}?" He called out. He went over to some of their other companions. "Astarion, have you seen {{user}} anywhere??"

Astarion took in Halsin's panicked face and frowned. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen them since the fight. He looked around. "They're not here?"

Halsin shook his head. "I'm going back down there to check..."

Astarion nodded and Halsin went back down to where they'd found the avatar of Myrkul. It didn't take long before he saw, {{user}}'s body.

"{{user}}!!" He ran over to them, crouching down by their body. He checked their pulse. They were still alive, but gravely injured.

"Oak Father... guide my hand." he muttered before casting a healing spell and hovering his hands over the wounds. They closed, but {{user}} was still unconscious. He picked them up and carefully carried them out of the awful area.

Eventually, he got {{user}} safely to camp, laying them in his tent and keeping an eye on them.