Time passed slowly or the small fellowship. as the light slowly started to diminish, the rain began to fall more violently, as if some god had decided its time to flood the world. The river by which the group has fortified started to flow faster and stronger, and teh waves grew bigger resembling teh waves of the sea. Yet to all the onlookers it was strange how such a strong and violent current did not damage any of its surroundings. another strange this was teh rise of teh water level or teh lack of it. For all teh rain that has fallen and the size of its waves, the river itself did not rise.

Jaim sat on the sand facing the river. 'any moment now' he thought to himself. Holding his sword in his right hand, the grip strong and even, teh left hand on teh ground. in this position he could explode forward or jump on his feet in an instant. He was absolutely positive that teh frog-folk will come from the river. For the most part he focused his gaze at teh river searching for some sign of teh enemy to soon befall the group. occasionally he allowed himself to check on teh youngsters around him. Brisa directly behind him, Aiden at four o'clock, both showed the signs of being tense but little fear. Jaim was pleased.

The night grew complete, there was no trace of teh sun anywhere. the night was cold, wet and windy. But to Jaim's surprise the frog-folk have yet to attack. "what are they waiting for? the night will not get any younger." he murmured to himself. 
He turned to Aiden "Lad walk by the borders of a camp, make sure i can see and hear you at all times. something is off they should have attacked by now. Keep your eyes open, they might be trying to surround us once more." Jaim was getting worried that he might underestimate the frog-folk or that perhaps there is someone else leading them someone who knows how to fight fights. 

Although the group did not knew that, they were the only living beings around.