The paladin set off with the party through the mostly uneventful day, trying to engage them in light, polite chatter but mostly focussing on the journey through the day, not wanting to delay the cleansing of the threat for any longer than it had to be. When evening finally arrived and the group settled down for the night, campfire lit a short distance from the winding dirtpath they'd been following. "Within sight of those lakes and the river," the elf comments wryly, "Pity we could not go a bit further and camp out by them, but ah well. Nice looking place, interesting layout of the pools and rivers too. Er.. so I guess we'll have to do a bit of scouting for the dungeon tomorrow. Which direction did he say they were from the lakes again? I doubt there are roadsigns or skeletons pointing us to it." She ponders, "Though that would be nice, if a bit unvirtuous. Say, who's cooking?"