Tieflings and Druids gathered in the party's camp, celebrating their victory and Emerald Grove's freedom from the attacks from the goblins. Astarion was over at his tent, begrudgingly drinking wine he thought tasted like vinegar. He sincerely wished there was something better than this but he hadn't been able to find anything. Halsin had found a nice rock to stand by where he could keep a watch on the celebrations and make sure everyone stayed safe.