Having finished their planning, Eiyre takes a bit of time to refresh herself for the day before they head out. Unlike Xarithe, she doesn't stray far from the camp but only moves to the periphery so that she's still well in sight of the others in case the dryads (or anything else) should emerge from the woods. She spends a few minutes kneeling on the ground, muttering to herself in some unholy tongue, but anyone able to understand Abyssal will be able to hear that she's praying to Charon for his assistance so that many enemies may be sent to their deaths this day.<br/><br/>Following her prayer, Eiyre gets up and begins slow movements that eventually work up into a quick-footed dance. The decision to start such an action at this moment may seem completely nonsensical, but for those in the party with some medical knowledge it's clear that the dance's steps and flow are cleverly designed to help Eiyre stretch out her muscles and limber up before they get into combat. The oracle seems off in her own little world as she goes through this routine, oblivious to any attention she is or is not attracting, and the moment she completes the final footsteps of her dance she suddenly turns as walks back to her bedroll to begin donning her armor and packing up as though nothing happened.