Huffing slightly at her missed attack, Cyllyn hurries back into formation in the middle of the party. "Agreed Sir Bavarax. Fortunately for us we were not forced to tangle with that other beast. I doubt our combine might would have been enough had it not been for our guide." She glances about, weary of any of the creatures following them. "Is everyone alright?" 

Perception Check: 4

OOC: Added a perception check if you want it but if it doesn't fit, please ignore! :-) 

"What?" Nuur exclaims surprised "That thing is basically dead, I thought we might aswell finish the job and grab some of the armor, could be useful, no?" The old mans eyes glare down the canyon at the struggling Lamia and her little helpers.

"Basically dead is not dead. Caution is the better part of valor. I have seen beasts fight more ferociously when gravely injured...I believe we should go instead. I do not know what else these creatures might have in store and some of our party look to be injured." Cyllyn looks to Nuur as she speaks to him, her eyes harden to a steely determination. "Of course if you wish to stay alone, I shall be reluctant to leave you but will do so all the same."  

Herman quickly add:

the elf is right, old man, and more: we have no time to waste: let's not push our luck, let's just go, shall we?

Krag pats Nuur on the shoulder. “Perhaps we shall find others to loot, my friend. In the meantime, let’s get a move on.”

Nuur pouts "Alright but the next thing I wanna see dead, I wanna grab me some loot..." He waddles back to the others, taking again the spot behind Cyllyn.

Marching Order (Front to Back): Gabriel, Bavarax, Cyllyn, Nuur, Herman, Ceasar, Krag [Others will be added when they update.]

Rushing away from the crevice, your group travels onward towards Falcon's Nook, stopping only when the sun has descended behind the sand dunes. Exhausted, you set about setting up camp, as Gabriel stares back at the way you came. "You all may get some rest, if you wish. I can watch most of the immediate area," she says as she peers over the dunes.

Bavarax collapses to the ground and nods a thanks at Gabriel.  "I think a nice long rest is what we all need to be fresh when we arrive."  He looks around to the group hoping they can all enjoy a rest.

Taking a swig of water, Ceasar looks to Gabriel, "Much obliged. I'll be sure to take the next watch." Before Gabriel could possibly protest, he sighs and continues, "We can't be having our guide and leader, not to mention most capable warrior tuckered out. I'm man enough to admit we need you more than you need us." At that, Ceasar gives himself a hearty laugh, before nestling up on the ground, getting some shut eye, but keeping his sword & shield close.

Very tired, Herman sets to rest 

“wake me up when you need to rest”

Krag carefully placed his sword and shield down, both ready to be grabbed at a moment’s notice. He nods at Gabriel. “You fought well. My father would have made you a general. I can only shake your hand and promise you my blade. Good night.”

And with that, he lies down and is soon fast asleep.

Nuur stretches his back, emitting a hearty crack. "I defenitely need some shut-eye, good night everyone, hope it will be uninterrupted..." He lies down and soon drifts away into slumber. 

Cyllyn settles herself down near the others and pulls out a heavy leather bound tome. She lets the hood of her cloak down and pulls the crystal pendant from around her neck. Clutching it in both hands, she opens the book and looks up at the night sky. "Sleep well, friends. I do not sleep as you do, so hopefully I will be alert enough to rouse you should danger come. Sleep well." She speaks softly to herself and the crystal in her hands begins to shimmer softly in her hands. She shifts the crystal to one palm, keeping it tightly wrapped around the crystal, while the other hand begins to run softly over the pages of her book. Her eyes close to small slits and her eyes softly glow whitish blue as she meditates. 

OOC: Cyllyn is a high elf so she doesn't sleep, she'll be full rested after 4 hours of this meditation. Her passive perception is 13 if you want to rule that it would count while she meditates. 

Cyllyn gives Herman the creeps: he doesn’t know if to be relieved or worried. 

He is not cultured, quite the opposite: he is superstitious: he hides the hands in his pants, touching his balls

The night passes without incident. Gabriel literally does not sleep, and in the morning, she is no worse for wear. As you all begin to wake up and pack your things, she suddenly points at the horizon. "We need to move. Hurry!" Squinting at the horizon, you all can vaguely make out the shape of a jackal before it disappears behind the sand dunes.

[Establish marching order as usual and we'll get going again.]

((I d keep the same order from now onward, if not stated otherwise, agreed?))

Cyllyn scrambles to stow her gear and falls into place near the middle of the squad.

Krag grabs his gear and returns to the back of the line.

Nuur grumbles as he wakes up. He hates waking up, but nonetheless he gathers his stuff and takes his usual place behind Cyllyn in the formation.

(Agreed)

Ceasar takes his place at the rear, a little curious for Gabriel's condition. However, there'd be time for that latter.