A sudden gust came from the left, the open moonlit surroundings making the swell of air more akin to the growl of a stalking beast. Ashé grunted and clenched his staff. Even underneath his black robe, head wrappings that exposed only his eyes, and padded clothing, the cold air disturbed him, or maybe it was the thought of it. Whatever the case, he held the bladed end forward and continued towards the dim light on the hill. 

"At least home has trees," he said aloud, looking in all directions. 

He sighed as he reached the base of the hill without conflict. He glanced at his staff and noticed the slightly chipped edge and sighed once more, releasing his will of the magical essence he had long been familiar with. 

After a steady climb, he loosened the canteen from his waist and uncorked it. He pulled down on his scarf and took one large swallow of water. He glanced at the tent and gave a brief dismissing smile when he heard chattering.

He covered his face once more and tended to his canteen. Advancing his steps, he said, in an accented tone, to no one in particular, "Pardon me. I mean no you harm. I only seek a safe night's rest."