The night ticks through like a bear napping on top of a orc. The humans in your caravan making all sorts of noises well into the night, confident that the drow girl could just scare off any weird things in the night. The central fire in the middle of the 4 wagons making the box, while they get busy getting drunk and more rowdy. You can sense Aria's plea to just have a sip of booze as well, just a tad!<br/><br/>This goes on until around 11 pm, where maybe half of the caravan men are still rowdy, already deep into a dice game. While you are busy tinkering with your weapons, you do see some figures off into the distance. Quite a large group actually, making sure to hide behind any trees or shrubbery. Showing the usual human lack for being sneaky, or at least compared to the drows. Can hear them coming easily, even over the sounds of bad jokes and what each guy in the dice game would do to their drow if they were alone. Mostly naughty images.<br/><br/>For now they are more or less 150 feet away, coming from the south east and slowly encircling the encampment.<br/><br/>