The storm raged for a good half-hour or so.  Then the winds died down.  The roar of pouring rain fell to a patter, and then a dribble.  Visibility cleared.  Now the clouds began to move away, blown on a chill but drying wind.<br/><br/>The clouds moved away from the moon.  Megan looked out her tent-flap.  About ten feet away, silhoutted against the sky, were three wargs.  On each warg was a humanoid.  One turned, and Megan could see small tusks.  Orcs.  They stood in the breeze.  The moonlight gleamed off of their swords, which were drawn.  On the other side of the tent, two gnolls approached.<br/><br/>She was surrounded.