Etna
Even in the fading light and flickering orange of the campfire, you can see Elavain's face redden at the realization of what he had said. He stammers and mutters an apology, then walks off muttering about getting some fresh water and tending to his horse.
As promised, the setting of the sun brings cooler temperatures, and soon it is near-freezing. A wind blows down through the valley, and even keeping the fire stoked and roaring does little to stave off the cold temperatures. The tents are thick cloth, however, and at least you get a bit of protection from the winds. Aside for the low howl of the breezes ripping through the rocky hills, this land is void of anything that might resemble life. For those familiar with being outdoors, it is an odd thing not to hear the natural sound of nocturnal creatures moving through the dark.
The time goes quickly, however, and soon you find yourselves in solid slumber. The soldiers accompanying you take the watch, giving you a much needed reprieve of anything but relaxation, something you all put to good use. Alas, the night, too, passes quickly, for just as you seem to close your eyes, you hear shouting from outside your camp.
"Awake! Awake! Awake! Lords 'n' ladies, awake! Look to the cave!" comes a voice from one of your men-at-arms.
OOC:
Yes, I am going to start trying to keep a daily pace... try to keep up. :D