<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Die Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll(1d20)+4:<br/>12,+4<br/>Total:16</div></div><br/>'Uneventfully' was a good word - But the hours dragged by, s-l-o-w-l-y, as Lucille waited...More than once, she felt her eyes threaten to close, but she'd been on watch before - She'd force herself upright, force herself to walk until the urge to drowse ended. At least she'd slept a little<em>before</em>...Though it'd hardly been restful!<br/><br/>Gorok was right...This place held many dangers. The least of all was getting *used* to it - For Lucille had spent most of her life in the Order's chapterhouse, or in the cities! Something seemed to dance at the very edge of perception, but it was gone when she turned to look...Fatigue? The mind playing tricks? Or...?<br/><br/>Either way, she'd keep the fires banked high as the time crawled by - Trying to keep herself occupied with maintaining her gear, ensuring that a fresh pot of stew was bubbling away on the campfire. They'd need the strength for the day to come...There was a long, *long* trek ahead!