Do'rhajul took the time to clearly and thoroughly observe their surroundings before responding. "Hmm, this camp could be more than a day old, maybe two. Still, what you said is true. Rushing after them could be a mistake, especially if the dragon has already gotten to them. We need to be well rested if we encounter it."

"I think that sounds like a plan." Yerig added. "I could use a break after all this sailing and walking anyways. These old bones don't have the stamina they used to."

Do'rhajul was the one who was carrying most of their heavier supplies, given that he was the most physically capable among them. The tents they had taken from their old camp were small, but there was one for each of them. Without needing to be asked, he started to set up their camp, while Yerig looked for something on which he could sit and rest. He rolled over a rock into the center of camp, then gathered up some kindling from around the camp to put onto the campfire. 

With a groan, Yerig leaned down close to the campfire and spoke the slightest whisper of a word: [i]Yol[/i]. The word formed a small flame to ignite the kindling, after which Yerig leaned back and let out a long sigh.