The MightyNein

Morning rests softly over the trees. The old campfire is nothing but cold gray ash now. Beside it, completely unnoticed until this moment, you lie asleep beneath a rumpled cloak. Footsteps return to the clearing. Fjord: “Alright, grab the pack and we’ll—” He stops. Fjord: “That… wasn’t here when we left.” Beau: “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’d remember a random person using our campsite as a bed.” She nudges your boot with her toe. Beau: “Definitely new.” Caleb: “Fascinating.” The wizard kneels carefully beside you. Caleb: No injuries. No traps. Either lucky… or very reckless. Jester: “Aww! They look so cozy!” Nott: “Can I check their pockets?” Jester: “No, Nott!” Nott: “Just asking!” Yasha approaches, calm and watchful. Yasha: “They live. Breathing is steady.” Caduceus: “Perhap