@Eklispe@Lugia@Evanist As the sudden gathering came to a close, the trio could clearly see the camp had become dead still as others began watching the events unfold. However, the silence was quickly broken as a Seeq spoke out from amongst the crowd.
"Cowards! You turn your tails and flee at a time like this?!" a high pitch squeal resounded, followed by a clearly disgruntled snort as he continued, "Saints take you to whatever hell they wound up in!" Sure enough, a chorus of shouts rang out- most seeming to be in support of the creatures word- as the rest of the camp now seemed on edge. However, the ire was short lived as the mood of the camp became slightly darker and more desperate. Those who were just a second ago shouting in unison, now were crawling into whatever tents they were assigned. Those stationed on guard held their weapons aloft, though with no conviction or confidence... This was a heavy blow to morale.
@Lugia@Evanist As duo made their way past the stables, they couldn't help but notice the wyvern sitting outside of the makeshift corral, preening her wings and scales. She seemed content now, and not so alarmed as earlier. However, there was a distinct lack of the stable hand, and the beast had not been securely restrained. Though that was the only odd occurance of the night, should they choose to return to their tents, the night would progress to the morning, and hopefully answers to the questions that surely circulated about the camp.
@Eklispe The warrior would walk amongst the broken men and women about him, his eyes catching those that stood about him; their eyes sunken and dim as if they had faced death itself. Tonight's events were done and now everyone would have to suffer the consequences. But tomorrow is another day, and perhaps a chance at salvation. Only time will tell.
