The recent harsh weather has made your traveling come to a hard stop, causing you set up camp inside a cave.

One companion in particular has been rather restless ever since the others agreed to bunker down.

"Have the rains stopped yet? I wish to leave this stoney hell-hole." Asterion says, his words having its usual flair, being said with great distaste. He sat against the cave wall, his arms crossed as he practically pouted.