<strong>Woodland Clearing<br/>Somewhere North of Ostagar</strong><br/><br/>The last tendrils of light vanished as the sun disappeared behind the horizon.  There was no moon, but the thin clouds hid only the dimmest stars.  The light was faint, but they could see well enough to not step in a rabbit hole.<br/><br/>The horns continued.  It was impossible to tell, but it felt like they were drawing closer.