The moon was full, illuminating the expanse of the forest beneath the cliff top the two riders pulled to a stopped atop.  Ankly suppressed a grim snort as he dismounted his horse. The gods were watching tonight, their many eyes shining as bright pinpricks in the sky.  It made him uneasy, he did not want an audience for what he was about to do.<br/><br/>He surveyed the plateau he had led them to, big enough for a whole party of riders and flat enough enough to pitch a camp. The path they rode in was narrow. One side of the camp was flanked by the cliff edge overlooking the forest, while the other was blocked off by another cliff wall, jutting 200 feet high to the next plateau. It was easy to see why this was a choice spot to spend the night, it wasn't easy to surprise a man sleeping here, not with this open view of the trails below them.<br/><br/>It was that open view that unsettled Ankly, that and the Gods' eyes, shinning on them like a beacon.<br/><br/>"We camp here.” With deft yanks he untied his bags from the horse’s rear and dropped them near the remnants of an old fire.