The camp was quiet, in the early morning hours; while a camp like this would, normally, be up and active, at this hour, it's likely that the men ahve been given the day to rest and recover, after the fight the day before. The ground is still sopping wet from the storm, which seems to have washed the worst of the stink of the battlefield away, though the trolls still lie out there in the heaps where they fell, the mountainous chieftain lying in two halves, from where Caiphias' attack finished it off. He'll see Sapphire's tent nearby, presumably occupied by the sleeping dragon.