Chapter 1 - The Beginning

Ütés:
You don't see any immediate threats. You do notice a few small creatures, rabbits and squirrels, who are able to pass back and forth between the wall of this safe area. You are safer here, but not completely. Though maybe it's the best you could hope for.

Xadira:
You can feel an area concealment magic. Possibly illusionary magic. It emanates from the pin. As you try to reach out a hand to touch it you can feel an almost static discharge in the air near it. You think touching it may be a bad idea. Taft, seeing your interest in it crouches near you and picks up the pin without consequence and you see an almost imperceptible shimmer all around you as you feel the magic recede. Then he sets it back down and you see the shimmer again.

"The Daggers have not existed as long as we have without a few tricks", he says with a big grin.

"All righty then kid, try to keep up!" With that Crolwell will begin playing his Fluba with his passions and his dreams fulling the odd music.
Of what a wonderful fairy that was so long ago...

Together the performance is quite moving. Aelar and Crolwell seem to find a good rhythm together and help everyone relax as night sets in. The threats outside the bubble fade from mind, if only for a moment.

[ GM: As night nears do you want to setup watches or anything? ]

Taft looks to Ütés, "You are correct, the field will mask our presence and our sound, but things may still stumble into it. Practicality beat usefulness in that aspect when The Daggers designed this."

"I do agree with Ütés, we should have a watch setup through the night. Luck favors the vigilant.", he says, "I will volunteer for the next watch, as it appears we already have our first volunteer."