[[Just figured while sleeping arrangements are being worked out I can speed things a bit by getting part of the nighttime shenanigans started...]]<br/><br/>Albali, having insufficient interest in the fun and games going on between half the party behind her to stay behind to gawk, quickly heads out towards the logging road to keep watch over that for the night alone with Ain. There are some..<span style="font-style: italic">interesting</span>.. noises in her wake, but with no shouting or sounds of a fight there's not a particular reason to be alarmed. Instead the witch settles into a comfortable spot and starts keeping a hawk (or at least a raven) eye on the path both coming from and heading towards the likely-shabby temple. There's not much of a moon overhead, and once filtered both through clouds and thick forest canopy the light it provides is as near zero as makes no difference. Color washes out quickly, to be replaced by the elf's usual black and white impression of the world around her at night. Soon the others go to sleep with Albali left as the night watchman. The first few hours pass smoothly and quietly, the usual sounds and rhythms of the forest after a storm taking over. It doesn't last, though.<br/><br/>[[Perception roll:<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/143387">http://orokos.com/roll/143387</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">26</span>]]<br/><br/>Faint rustling interrupts the usual song of insect and birds, barely perceptible at the limit of Albali's hearing- someone coming through the forest on the other side of the path, heading more or less towards her and neither towards or away from the temple. She's close, too- were it not for good ears, she'd have been basically inaudible until the last second, but there's still not enough time to rouse the others save by a shout that would likely rouse the temple as well. Stepping out onto the path nearby, a young woman holds a faint blue light cupped in her hands and against her body in a way that blocks stray light from going down the path towards the temple. It's not enough light to be able to see fine details, but she seems to be as young or younger than Albali herself, with ears slightly pointed as to suggest someone who's perhaps half-elf in nature; she's wearing a fairly simple rough robe covering most of her body and obscuring the form underneath, but she moves in a fairly limber manner. Holding the light closely cupped in one hand, she takes out a small gemstone and begins peering intently at it, occasionally taking a look around her but not well enough to spot Albali.