"Unlikely. When I have seen such spells utilised, they have been used by those with the blessing of the gods. Or they were drow." Fel shrugs. Either way, it isn't a spell she has. "Given time, I could cloak our camps in an illusion of ... well, whatever seems appropriate, but I would require rest and study before that would be possible." Fel spreads her hands, indicating it will fall to mundane measures to shield them this night - and likely many to come. As Sergei could tell Eve, Fel is not given to wasting arcane power on tasks that quick minds and strong backs can make a more efficient end of.