You're in a forest. It's night. The full moon is up in the sky, but it's still so, so dark. 

You are running for your life. 

A wolf is hunting you. You only see it in flashes. It's herding you. It's playing with you. 

It's twice your size.

It forces you into a clearing. You're too exhausted to run. It stalks towards you, and you don't know what being eaten by a wolf will feel like but you know you will be learning soon--

--in you fear, you back into someone. She lays her hands on your shoulders.

Soldiers, under her command, pen the wolf in with spears.

She comes in front of you, and kneels down so she's at your heart. She's masked, you've never seen her before-- And this memory is overlaid with later knowledge, this is your Mother Superior who raised you from this point and guided you in the service of Shar, you want to live up to her expectations but you have never managed to do so-- and she blocks your vision of what happens to the wolf.

...yeah they definitely arranged for her to be hunted by that wolf.

It wouldn't be helpful to point that out. 

"Thank you. I-- see why you're devoted to her."

"I appreciate it your understanding."

Enough feelings!

He's going to gather all of his party into his room for, well, a party.

They all gather,  plus Wyll, because he and Gale have hit it off entertaining the children.

(Astarion seems to have gained someone else's shirt?)

"I have a bottle of fine off-planet whiskey, a few more bottles of significantly less good booze from this planet, and fourteen doses of Alchemist's Kindness, which cures a hangover within ten minutes of taking it. And darts."

"And none of us have murdered anyone today!"

"Pardon???"

Gale sighs. "It's a long story."

"That's right, Astarion, no one in the party has tried to murder anyone else in the party in the past 24 hours."

To Wyll: "It was a bribe for good behaviour."

How were the mindflayers selecting these people????

This amount of judgment is why Wyll is not travelling with Cayden and is instead travelling adjacent to him. 

"This is a boring party topic," he announces. "Lae'zel, let's play darts. Loser has to drink."

"How does one play darts?"

"You take the dart, and you try to throw it so it hits the center of the target."

Ah, a simple test of dexterity.

She hits the target slightly off centre.

Cayden hits it in the center. "Now you drink."

Lae'zel drinks. It burns on the way down. Is this a punishment for failure? A test of strength?

"Oh my gods, your face."

"...have you not gotten drunk before?"

"Githyanki in training do not drink."

"...you don't have to drink if you don't want to."

She arches an eyebrow. "And pass up the challenge? Never."

More darts, then.

Cayden's not winning one hundred percent of the time but he's winning more than he's losing, especially since Lae'zel's reaction time is getting worse.

He checks in on everyone else to see if they are partying appropriately.

Gale, Wyll and Astarion seems to be having a reasonably normal conversation about the city of Baldur's Gate. (And Gale seems to be perkier than before.)

Shadowheart is watching the dart playing.