[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]Beside the Cave
                                                                                          [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] Himself 

Calanon had sunk deep in his reverie, confident the team was safe for the time being and enjoying some truly needed rest. He'd not gotten much rest the past few days, nor food. And now that he had eaten a full meal (seconds, truth be told), he was far gone into his deep stage of slumber. His dreams eluded his thoughts, only flickers of images that would stick to his mind every so often. 

Brogach was a different matter however. The Elk had felt a cold chill as the Undead approached, though he was still sleeping at the advance of the abominations. It wasn't until Satilla's initial calls that the Elk's head popped up. The sudden unease taking hold of Brogach sent the Elk onto its feet, neighing and bounding to and fro in near panic! 

Calanon felt the nuzzle of Brogach push him and prod him, and he faintly heard the screams of Satilla. "[sub][color=00ff66]What?[/color][/sub]" he said weakly, giving a long stretch. The calls of the others reached his keen ears, and suddenly he felt every little sensory attack that assailed him. "[color=00ff66]What?[/color]" he asked, perking up. He shook his head to wake himself up some more, knowing danger was near but unable to rouse his thoughts.