The Plains

I always thought I can from someone I’ve just never known who. I’ve never met anyone quite like me. From a very young age, I was in nature. I’ve never known anything else. I’ve encountered towns but I hate them. Too many people and too much deceit. Nature never lies.

The night goes on without too much of a stir. While each of you keep watch though you get a feeling that you're being watched or that you're in the presence of something. The hairs on your neck twitch ever so slightly

Elon you smell a rotten smell, quite the same as the one before you slayed the mage. The ground around you has been desecrated, which is overwhelming to your nose but yet something else picks up as well with an equally as foul odor.

Awenasa you dont seem to notice much when you actively search your surroundings.

Day begins to break, and although sleep may have been peaceful, the watch was eerily haunting for all of you as you had taken your turn to watch over the group. When morning comes, the nauseating smell that you had been sensing Elon will have dissipated. It may be of such noxious odor that you may think you're still smelling it, but at this point its most likely your brain remembering the scent.

The ground has healed some, but it looks as though some of the ground is permanently desecrated by whatever magic or being was being called upon. Some animal noises can finally be heard in the vicinity when originally it was almost pitch quiet if not for the light wind rattling the leaves of the living trees and the branches of the dead ones.