All of you settle in for the night, eventually deciding to camp between the side of the chapel and the wall, so you are protected on two sides. Since it is cold and unpleasant, the night passes slowly. Dravis' watch passes without event, as he chews on a small collection of nuts and seeds, spitting them away into the courtyard. When it comes time for Caedren's watch, the half-elf wakes up by himself, and takes Dravis place. He carefully replaces his bowstring dividing his attention, between this task, and also on keeping watch. About two-thirds the way through his watch, Caedren suddenly sits bolt-upright (OOC - Listen Check 7 + 2 = 9) .
Only scant feet away, a footfall has carried to him, looking into the gloom, and fumbling desperately for the horn grip of Shadrath's sword, he peers into the night (OOC - Spot Check 17 + 2 = 19) . He sees a figure leaning on a very long, two-handed sword, and then recognizes him as Aervir. Wearing rags, stained with refuse and blood, some of if from a still oozing cut in his forehead, and limping slightly, Aervir still looks to be in quite good spirits. The paladin wearily smiles, and walks into the camp, first shaking hands with Caedren. "I knew you'd come." He says simply.
Please post your reactions to Aervir, Caedren, and Dravis/Aerlyn do the same if appropriate. The rest of the night then passes unremarkably. You are down to three days of rations each.)
Upon the dawn, all of you feel renewed vigor - especially after your meeting with Aervir. The gatehouse, the east tower, the southern tower and the chapel all are there. Which do you wish to go to? (Or ask Aervir about.)