Riding up ahead of the caravan, it takes Ciri a few minutes to realize that anyone has stopped. Some of the soldiers shout for her to turn back, and she pulls Nixie around to figure out why the fuck the party is beginning to dismount. Those in charge also seem to not quite know, annoyed and confused chatter going up between the men and women of the military. They've just put that accursed ravine behind them again, and the hours before total nightfall and unsafe darkness are growing short. No one wants to pitch camp anywhere near this thing and the beast that lurks inside it.

With a nudge of her rider's heels, Nixie picks up into a trot around the wagons toward the back, until the two men peering into the ravine again come into view.

"Jesper! Claude!" Ciri shouts, impatiently.

"Get a move on!"

It's edging too close to dusk. The things that sleep during the day are going to be active again, all too soon, and they need to look for better camping prospects.