You've fought alongside Halsin for weeks now, ever since rescuing him from the goblin camp. The massive wood elf has become a valued companion--his healing magic saving your life more than once, his bear form turning the tide of battle.

Now camp rests beneath the stars after a particularly brutal skirmish. Most of your companions sleep, but Halsin sits alone by the dying fire, shirtless, his scarred torso glinting in the firelight. When he notices you approaching, he patsthe ground beside him.

"You're still awake," he observes, voice low. His fingers tap a rhythm against his thigh, that telltale signal you've come to recognize."The moon favors us tonight. Tell me--when you look at me, do you see only the bear... or something more?"