OOC:
Okay, that is three torches (one from Nikkghak, Llewellyn, and Ivar). Make sure that each of you eats a ration. Hit points and spells are refreshed.
The dawn breaks cold and fog-filled. Dew drips from Nikkghak's leather gauntlet; he stares into the dying embers of the campfire as his companions begin to stir. A crow caws above the camp, turns towards the north, and takes wing.
The Hillshire Wayfinders break camp, gather their belongings, and steel themselves against the cold and damp. They return to their trek, pushing through the increasing underbrush and brambles until they hear voices ahead. Ivar signals to the group to crouch and hide as they near a small clearing. A muddy trail leads through the trees and brush to a jagged opening in the huge rock face. On either side of the cave door, two identical pillars carved into the rock depict a horned and fanged beast, in one hand a battle axe, in the other the head of one of the beast's foes.
Two brown robed figures stand on either side of the door, arguing...
Sentry 1: "I can't believe that you talked back to the master-at-arms."
Sentry 2: "It weren't me fault, Raffe, honest. He just ain't understand me meaning."
Sentry 1: "Don't say 'ain't,' Silas. You sound like a country bumpkin."
Sentry 2: "I'll say ain't if I wants to, Raffe!"
Sentry 1: "You will not if you are going to be on sentry duty with me."
Sentry 2 crosses his arms and slumps against the rock face.
"You're mean, Raffe!"
Sentry 1: "Well, I'm sorry, Silas, but everyone else is celebrating, and I'm stuck out here with you. I guess I'm just hungry." He pulls his cloak closer around himself.
"And cold."
Sentry 3: "Will you two shut up! We're supposed to be on guard duty! No more talking."
Sentry 1 and 2: "Sorry!"OOC:
I love the rule in Shadowdark that we always act in initiative order. I really feel like it helps everyone to be able to do something throughout the entirety of the game. So, please roll initiative.
You all are hidden (for now) at the edge of the map in bushes and behind trees.