The night went on in silence, only occasionally broken by quiet whispers or a sword rasping across a whetstone, as the resting Guards huddled around their pitifully small fire, huddling for protection from the cold wilderness. Eventually, the overpowering pressure of weariness outweighed their fear. The midnight hour passed, and Dragonsbane arose.
"Coldtower, get some sleep."
Kadis nodded and went to lay down by the fire, still half-gripping his warhammer. Dragonsbane sat, his sword laying naked across his legs. The quiet movement hadn't stopped. Pale figures could sometimes be seen running through the trees, visible for a moment, vanished the next.
The night wore on, and the fire burned low.