"We tolerate one another...some more than others." She'd have liked Tavriel, he imagined as he studied her--she, too, was sickeningly intent on being hopeful and seeing the best in every situation. And she and the wizard could've chatted away about scholarly things. She and the gith would've despised one another, Shadowheart...mm, hard to say. And Wyll? She'd already established she didn't care for self-aggrandizing liars.

And why was he picturing her mixed amid his little traveling party? Odd. He shook himself a little and refocused on her question. "Hmm, you know, I imagine Baldur's Gate will be the ultimate goal for most of us. But for now, we've a...situation that must be addressed. There's something strange going on with the mind flayers...and some strange cult, worshipping a god that none of us have heard of before. The Absolute. Quite a title, hm? Anyway. The druid, Halsin, he believes answers can be found in some old tower protected by a cursed forest. Too dangerous to risk traveling through. And if traversing the overworld is too dangerous, well, where else does one go but under the world? Which is quite dangerous in itself, but according to the druid, the safer option. But then, well. You know how we all found ourselves here."