Part 1 - Night of Deadly Stars

As the group begins to settle down, Jack feeds a final piece of jerky to the oldest and slowest marsh drake, the one that always seemed to take the longest to get going whenever the group had finished a rest. The drake plops onto its side with an elderly groan, ready to sleep. Jack drops into a sitting position beside the creature, glancing over his shoulder for a moment before slowly falling backwards, coming to rest with his head on the marsh drake's belly, using it as a pillow. It kept his head tilted at an angle that kept the two undead creatures in his line of sight, because he sure as heck didn't trust them.

Jack leaps to his feet as the rustling begins, turning in a slow arc to try and pinpoint the source, though it seems to be everywhere. He frowns at the two useless sentries, and brings two fingers to his lips to let out a sharp whistle, hopefully waking the others from their sleep.

Jack considers trying to negotiate with their ambushers, but the slim chance of that working became 'none' once Ygne rushed headfirst at them and two arrows 'CHUNK'ed into the ground nearby. Jack readied his blades, but his first act would be to try and blend into the darkness, intending to circle around and take one of these (presumed) bandits by surprise.