Dumb
By the time the camp was completely set up it was already almost pitch black, a distant red glow on the horizona and scarce stars showing above. Hal wished them a good night and they went to sleep, however, the night was everything but quiet.
They heard distant screeching, like the one they heard near the settlement and shifting sands, though they were closer than in the settlement, they never seemed to pass a certain point, as if the building itself kept them away. For those who got to sleep, the dreams were no better though, there was a fickle darkness in their minds. Eyes, that observed, eyes that hungered, Eyes, writhing flesh, churning, Eyes, ever moving, Eyes, ever at the edge of ones view, Eyes, but never fully in sight, Eyes, waiting, Eyes, lurking.
The morning approached, the dreams ended as abrubt as they came, with the morning came the Caravan leader, silent and a couple moments later Hal, though he seemed... unsettled.
"Good morning.", was the only thing he said.
The Caravan leader nodded when they were all there, he seemed to take note of Hals state but didn't say anything.
"We will be heading down soon, we'll be heading in last and go to the place the Elder told me to bring you, make sure not to get in anyones way and not to go anywhere you shouldn't, grab some lights from Lanra before we go down...", he pointed his arm at one of the natives standing at one of the sleds.
"...any questions beforehand?"
