Something Strange is Happening in the South...

Rolana listens to Oma's excited outburst quietly, without intruding, from her position in her bedroll nearby. She ponders what this new information means. It seems the party may have some leverage where the anti-magic is concerned, after all. She drifts back to sleep thinking of the possibilities.

"The dark is afraid of me." Ryestro simply states and, upon her hesitation and leaving, the door shuts.

Watching from her perch on a flat-topped boulder by the road, Pyrrha silently observes as the group go about their business of setting up camp and organising watches. I have much still to learn, she realises, taking in every thoughtless, effortless motion of people who had done this more times than she has years of her life. There is a rustle in the bushes. The young druid snaps alert, thrust from her reverie. Every fibre of her form trembles with nervous energy. But no one - nothing moves. A rabbit shyly creeps from a shrub and off into the burgeoning night. Her muscles relax. A powerful druid and mage she may be, but out on the frontier, surrounded by eminent danger, she is still the child princess left behind on that fateful day. To them, she wonders, she is but a callow hatchling stumbling forward.

As the conversation picks up again, she skips ahead into the camp trying to disguise her shakiness and leftover adrenaline. "I'll join the last watch, gladly," she says evenly. "The sun will be coming over the canopy and the eastern hills by then."

Still humming lightly on the roof of the fortress, Tinwë arranges her blankets to look like she's sleeping in them. Then she laces her song with magic and fades from view. She internalizes the song, remaining as quiet as possible, and flies around to the various arrowslits to peek in on Ryestro. What do you do when you think nobody is watching you?

Tinwë rolls quietly to her feet, then pauses just for a moment to see if she can identify the source of the noise. Thinking quickly, she shoulders her bow and slips towards a different edge of the roof from where she heard the sound and drops down to the ground. Keeping to the shadows as best she can, she circles around to flank the origin of the noise.

Rolana uses her spyglass to get a better look at the shadows.