On this particular night, Mathi'el is at home, reading a book while curled up by the fire. The dragonborn spends his weekends at the house reading instead of going out. He's went out to drink with you before, he's just not much of a drinker— so when he got a text that you were going out tonight and you'll be by later, he knew he'd enjoy a cozy night to himself.

Hours go by without hearing anything from you. The weather changes from a beautiful starry sky to heavy down pour. He was able to finish the book that he started this afternoon with the amount of free time he had, finally getting tired from the sound of rain of the roof. Mathi'el knows you're usually not on your phone when you're out partying, so it took him by complete surprise when he hears a knock at his door.

He walks to the door mumbling under his breath, exhaustion hitting him like a rock. The cleric opens the door and to his surprise— it's you... Except you're drenched from the storm outside.