The sun was up in the sky. At the start of the march to the west the group was obvious. The orc were slower having to squint some of the goblin took to blindfolding their eyes with a thin cloth to help filter out the light. Deillia liked the traveling she moved silently as you did. The taller grass tickled her under thorax and she had a few fits of giggling. With the large white cloak she looked like a low coasting cloud. By dusk the tribal lands were behind you and the unknown was before you. It would be at least a whole second day until you were in the Gnoll hunting grounds. You would have to skirt the swamp of the lizard folk going north by north west.

The night was cooler and the ground was slush with mud. No real dry ground to sleep on. The goblins didn't seem to care. The orc went hunting and brought back a large moose. The group as a whole carved and ate their fill. Deillia took the time and made a web egg cocoon on the ground and sat in it. She looked like a white igloo. That was until she gathered the local grass and dirt making a nearly perfect camouflage. Crawling inside she rummaged about then the egg shaped hut nearly tripled in size. From ten foot diameter to nearly thirty feet across and ten feet high. An oval entrance large enough for some one to walk through.