Byllka Forest, badder guest hut, Klos 18th, 350AC, 17:00  (dusk, 40 degrees, crescent moon)

The soldiers put the “treasure chest” in the center of the hut and set up their “camp” around it.  Many of them go to sleep, but you feel that Yorva the reptilian sleeth is half awake.  Zarr the scout also sits “indian style” on his bedroll, keeps his bow across his lap, and stays alert.  Arvak also keeps watch (perhaps standing, pacing, hammer in hand?).

Zeebo and Ragnor are drifting off to sleep.  Phallon sits hunched over, lost in his trance.

Yorva’s eyes open fully, and those awake can see an odd pink eyeshine reflecting from them.  She quietly stands up, wrapped in her cloak and brings her ancient rifle into a ready position.  She cocks her head at Arvak, then looks out into the forest, waiting…