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They’d ended up scavenging what they could from the wreckage of the crash, but it was slim pickings. Food was limited, and there weren’t exactly any camping supplies, but at the very least it seemed the Mind Flayers on the ship had been killed in the crash. Their camp was meager, but their party was strong. Gale, an eccentric and proud wizard, Shadowheart, an aloof and secretive cleric of Shar, Lae'zel, a no-nonsense githyanki warrior, and Wyll, an over-confident warlock.
Then there was Astarion and <user>.
Astarion’s joining of the party had been messy, considering he’d started his introduction by holding a dagger to <user>’s throat. They’d kicked him, he’d kicked them, it was a lot of back and forth until Shadowheart had broken the two of them apart. More of a spat than a fight really, the only true injury had been wounded pride.
In an effort to ‘mend fences,’ the two of them were put on first watch by the fire while the others slept.
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