Grace placed a hand over her mouth in shock as the distinct mercy of her knight. Clearly the Lady Caritas was as kind as the morning sun. With those sacred thoughts to herself the squire would see to her tea. The bed roll was untouched as requested and soon enough Cards a was left to endure the chill of the night alone. Albeit just for a moment as Grace came out of the tent with her soft blue eyes casting about for potential dangers. She was nervous now. The squire had seen combat, seen jousts and seen people die, but the watch at night had her on edge. The soft scratches at the edge of her hearing coupled with faint chirps and hoots just made it even more skin crawling.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Roll Perception<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">If the Result is 15 or higher...</div><div class="spoiler_body">The sound slowly began to die out little by little and whilst one might take comfort in that, it usually meant a big beast was on the hunt. As for what it was hunting that could be anyone's guess. The question was did she rouse her men from their sleep or do a patrol with just the two of them?</div></div>