The group discusses and refines the plan for catching the bandits off guard, doing their best to make the cart appear like it belongs to a trader and his armed escort, agreeing on the distance the three will trail by. Since they are almost certainly out of reach of the bandits for now, they risk a small fire, and sit around it, enjoying their rations supplemented by the hard, sweet fruit Vara gathered.<br/><br/>A watch order is agreed upon, slimmed down as they will be off in 4 hours rather than a whole night, and this proves be a smart precaution. The last hours of daylight pass and the sun is below the horizon the group should be leaving soon, when there is a noise, a rustling sound. Lyara is on watch, and she along with Vara investigate, but there is nothing, merely a single foot print behind a bush in the mud, without a pair nearby. No creature or humanoid emerges, just the single print, almost exactly the size of Lyara’s own boot.