<b>The evening wore on, with the small group discussing plans to recover the stone that had once belonged to the dwarves. Flagdon fended off a barrage of questions from both the elves and Thorgan until at last he called a stop for the night.</b><br/><br/>“<b>Enough. My brain can't take much more without sleep. And we should all rest before the sun rises again.” He stood and glanced out the window, the only light provided by the moon overhead. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Someone should take watch,” Timberlane stated and stretched.</b><br/><br/>“<b>I will ...” several voices chimed out at once.</b><br/><br/><b>Haldir shook his head. “You,” he pointed to Pegawen, “will rest. Healers need rest. And you,” he turned to Allasea, “have been up for close to three fortnights.”</b><br/><br/><b>Allasea shook her head and shrugged. “I have meditated.” But she moved towards a quiet corner of the room and lowered herself onto the floor.</b><br/><br/>“<b>I know these areas best,” stated the guide who'd brought them there. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Which is why you'll take the last watch. If anything is out of place when we're ready to leave, you'll know better than we. I will take the first watch, followed by Lotharn, then yourself. We'll depart again before the sun rises.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>There's some bedrolls stored away, I'll get them.” The young woman went to the next room, Allassiel following, as everyone else looked for a place to settle for the night. Despite the warm day the cabin was chilly and Pegawen rubbed her arms and glanced at the dark hearth. Timberlane had advised not to light it, should the enemy pick up their trail too easily, but for a moment she imagined a warm, crackling fire before shaking her head. <br/>
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Once the bedrolls were set out, everyone reclined to rest for the next day's trip back to the camp and Ellawynne. </b>