“N-n-need a hand?”He groaned. N-n-need a hand, he mocked in silence, his back to her, his head wobbling in the sing-song rhythm the bard had said the phrase in. “Not at all,” he said aloud, turning on the charm. “I am perfectly capable, darling.”“That’s imp-pressive,” she lilted. He could imagine the stupid smile on her lips. “I had t-to g-g-get W-Wyll’s help.  N-never act-tually set up a t-t-tent b-b-before.”  She picked at her lute, a peppy little melody, and he could feel the vibrations of her song through his very bones:  “Well, my friend’s setting up his tent today/as we journey down this road/but a tents just a place to rest your head/while trying to get back home/the sky is full of stars tonight/the Chionthar still flows/there’s beauty all around us as we lay down our heavy loads.”

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Check out Chapter 3 of Little Faun, Little Star.

Astarion struggles to set up his tent until he gets a little inspiration.

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