Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191215223703/@comment-7262318-20191217223656

Alvoran was up and about, keeping an eye on the trees. He trusted Midnight to keep watch, of course, but he was still leery after yesterdays events.

Shrava, meanwhile, was sitting near the center of camp, playing with her fire spells as she usually did when she was bored.

Garran was still snoring loudly in his tent.