The camp is unsurprisingly quiet. They all need as much rest as they can get. Uninterrupted sleep was not a luxury available to anyone trapped in that horrid cave for weeks. Kell can't even tell how long they've been there. With no day or night to measure its passing time has turned into another source of torment. He was barely aware of it until they got out.

"So I've heard. That there's more to be wary off here than an occasional bear or a pack of wolves. Even if those alone are dangerous enough."

Kell shakes his head trying, unsuccessfully, for the hundredth time to blink away the dizziness. Sleep would help, he knows that. It's not that he didn't try earlier. He wouldn't have been on his feet if it worked. But Claude is right, eventually everyone else wakes up and it will be time to move. Magic practice can wait until daylight. There's less chance they'll be spotted by any search party then.

"You're right. Let's meet again when there's some proper light and we won't be raising half the camp in alarm."