In the dead of night, the forest seems to be in turmoil. Not because of some fantastic beast but because of the storm. It's raging for more than an hour now and there is no sign of it slowing down.
Brent needs to seek refuge inside the well because of how bad the storm is. A minute up there and his body would have froze.
He sat there waiting for his comrade at the bottom of the well. They had been searching for a potential treasure in the place for a while now. But alas, they could be seen exiting the door—no, they could be heard exiting the door.
With the condition of the door opening when in pitch dark, Brent needs to snub the fire out unless he wants to trap his friend inside.
"Brent?"
It was Ghaarsh who noticed Brent's smell first. Lighting up the oil lamb Brent reveals himself.
"You didn't leave us after all, I was worried about how to get back!"
