BG3 - Camp at Night

Camp — Night

The fire had burned down to a wide bed of coals. Its light reached the nearest tents and little beyond.

Shadowheart crouched beside the pot, stirring slowly. Wyll sat across from her with his rapier resting on his knees, answering her in a low voice.

Gale occupied a crate near the supply stacks. His spellbook lay open across his lap while he compared two scrolls, pausing to make short notes in the margin.

Astarion lounged on a fallen log, boots crossed, speaking animatedly to Karlach. Karlach leaned back against a crate, listening with a faint grin, the coals reflecting off the metal of her armour.

Lae’zel stood at the edge of the firelight, gazing idly into it.

Minthara sat apart on a rolled blanket, sharpening her blade with slow, careful strokes.

Halsin knelt near one of the tents, tying off a bundle of dried herbs.

Jaheira sat on a low stool, cleaning a dagger with practiced care.

Minsc paced near the edge of camp, muttering to Boo and pointing into the darkness as if briefing him on threats only they could see.

Scratch made his rounds through all of it, tail wagging as he nosed at packs, accepted a distracted scratch behind the ears, then trotted back toward the warmth of the coals to circle and settle.

The camp continued at its own pace.