Esailia shook her head at Tori when she held up some handheld torches, reaching further into the wagon and yanking on a pole over six feet tall. When the other end came into sight, it had a [url=https://static.turbosquid.com/Preview/2014/07/08__00_24_53/TorchUDK.jpg53ec1a49-6c6a-4286-9a6e-5352d57a8377Original.jpg]large open-topped cage[/url] "[b][color=8dc73f]We need these kind to light the edge of camp.[/color][/b]" she explained before reaching back in to grab several more to tug free. Before she left the back of the wagon, however, she rummaged around and found some starter firewood, already precut in the even the expedition was unable to gather its own before the first night. The Mithra hopped off the back of the wagon, dropping the firewood at the wheel, then scooped up her original task; the standing torches.

With these in arm, she lugged them around, spiking the poles into the ground at regular intervals around the top of the hill, encircling the group in light before the main campfire was fully underway. Then, without caring to even eat, Esailia dropped her pack near the perimeter of camp, sat down with a heavy clank against it, and stared out into the night...

Esailia's hand could be seen lifting from where it rested on her knee, to her throat. Maybe she was adjusting her armor, but no telltale clinking of such an action could be heard...[i]I doubt any of them understand just how bad I had it because of that monster...[/i]

The soldier suddenly sat up, twisted around and reached towards something on her pack. At first in the light it looked like a long piece of thin wood, but a moment after Esailia resumed her previous position, she brought the item to her lips...It was a flute, and the tune she was playing was eerie in the current location. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQz76UgHSzk]Haunting and yet melodic[/url], with purpose in each long note, she played without a single mistake. She would play for minutes if left uninterrupted, seeming lost in simply playing the song.