Somewhere on the Border Continent between Neutral and Order on Eklipses...

We, adventurers, gather around this fire, lit and crackling with heat,

As we unroll our sleeping mats and tents for the night,

Separating their own gear, and supplies including what will be their sheet,

As the fire brings light to the campsite, granting them sight for the night.

Though it doesn't grant them notice of the entity watching them, just beyond their sight and mind.

The [Guard] swings his head about the area, searching for any potential threats,

Ready to protect his allies that are nearby,

Organizing his supplies, ready to prevent night hysteria,

To prevent any form of counterattack from going awry.

As he swings his sword ready to intercept any nearby, in the distance, something flutter by just beyond his gaze.

The [Lookout] gazes out over the numerous shadowy trees and shrubs, searching for signs of life just beyond their campsite,

Spotting some skittering animals that stay far from the fire, the [Lookout] relaxes their gaze and attention for the night ahead,

Removing their weapons from their bag, placing next to the bed, a set of clubs,

Though they dislike this as a job, they cannot afford to tire.

As they continue their watch, something blurred shuffles by the [Lookout].

The [Pugilist] sighs as the others set up their ends, accepting nothing can be done for her need to exercise,

She smiles to herself, as she busies herself with the task to be done instead,

Happy that though the job of extermination may be stressful, at least she is surrounded by her friends,

As they will start their work by the morning sun, surely with her friends, experienced as she is, this trip will be fun.~

As she makes such declarations, faint giggling too low for normal ears laugh with joy at her declaration and its sincerity.

The [Herbalist] is skittish of the surroundings of their camp, unable to see beyond or comfort himself with martial prowess,

Instead tries to stay content sorting through their supplies, separating the potions of healing from those that harm,

Checking carefully to make sure none of his writing supplies are damp,

Careful to not break anything, he sets his stuff aside, ready to be used on quick notice, if he hears the alarm.

Unwatchful and Unable to notice, the unknown entity staying within his tent, staring down at the [Herbalist] for few moments before leaving the tent, leaving him unaware of it.

They finished setting up the camp for the night, the wards and repellents set up for the common and uncommon beast and monster of the area,

Settling into beds, as the magic items go to work,

As the tents stay close to the source of their camp's light,

Ready for any beast that may come in the night, resting if they can, for tomorrow's work.

They were all unaware of Spook, watching them sleep all night, leaving an hour before any awake, with none aware of their guest presence.~