The group got their chance to rest, and the wagons parked up with some shelter the old merchant distributed some hot stew he had been cooking in the wagons. For the little there was to eat tended to be usually plain, but the man had cooked his meal with some effort clearly. "Dont got ingredients for many 'fresh' meals, gonna eat dry meat soon, but figure after a fight you need thicker meal." The man spoke seriously, watching everyone. Somewhere in the distance there was a screech of some big bird, but nothing showed in the cloudy sky.<br/><br/>Tor's first watch passed uneventful after the evening meal, the ruins giving some creaking noise in the wind and whining when wind blowed through the broken pieces but in the end nobody came to bother them, not even the bull already mentioned before. The shift switched, and finally the morning light came. Faint as it was through the clouds, Requiem could feel a little warmth and see the distant shine beyond the clouds.<br/><br/>Hanali alike came to wake as the light shone its brightest, but as it did she could feel something else. Amidst the heat of it in a dream-like state she could see in her dream a knight dressed in steel fight a mage one on one at a burnt hill, the sword that looked as if it was made of single long tooth of a dragon slicing through a black staff made of obsidian stone shattering and causing a blast tore out, spreading darkness all around, and in that vision, she could see a dark veil in the sky tearing where the blast came, and something pouring through. The vision of heat came back, of two men turning into flame, losing form and life alike, becoming a single burning heat, a star of a hope, a sun to the sky to hold the rift torn from pouring more upon the land. Only at the edges of the rift could something rain down at the very edges of the land, and what had fallen before right below the place where the star rose could be seen spreading slowly, but held in check by the blazing heat of the star. Yet amidst it all, a broken staff lay on the battlefield, as did the sword of bone.<br/><br/>The strangest of all, others could share that last bit of dream, sharing it from Hanali's view, but Hanali herself was the only one who could see<em>herself</em>standing there when the black clouds gathered. In the sky, the bone sword was spinning fast until it struck to the ground at the heart of the crater. The burnt pieces of the staff thrown far and wide.