Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161212045904/@comment-25073873-20161222121313

"Well, there isn't a need for much" noted Iori, as she conjured a floating magelight, so she could continue painting. It seemed as though she wasn't scared of telling the world she existed, and if any assassins were after her, they were free to see the light and follow in. Strangely, Iori was walking from tree to tree, and seemed to carve runes into the trunks of trees around them with a handy working knife that she brought to sharpen her pencils.

Aeorin decided to simply get a groundsheet from the things he brought with him, having left it on the carriage in a knapsack. He didn't seem to need anything more, and he just spread the groundsheet on the ground after placing his palm and effectively killing off all insect life in quite a considerable area. While Fontaines didn't need sleep, Aeorin figured it would make time pass a bit faster.

Emilia was still sleeping. She had also mastered the sleepless skill, but had decided that reading was too much for her, and that sleeping was more useful overall, thus she had simply lay down on the carriage floor and shut down for the night. There wasn't much that would wake her.

Iori wasn't stupid. The runes she carved on the tree trunks created a boundary field, which would detect all movement within it, and disrupt illusion spells so people couldn't turn invisible inside. Iori never left such to chance anyway, but the field didn't do more than just that. She seemed to welcome the challenge of night attacks.