Myrkskog rolls out of the wagon and loos for a suitable place for his bedroll. Samoth flies to a nearby tree, settling into a comfortable spot, awaiting the night's hunt, his thoughts on mice and voles, or perhaps a rabbit. These thoughts intruding on Myrkskog's own, the elf sends back 'If it's rabbit, save me some, eh, friend?' . The elf then sets about helping whoever may need aid at the menial tasks at hand.
As far as rest. Myrksog tells all that he would prefer taking his meditation early, then he will be up whilst preparing any changes to his Spells, after which he is available for guard duty for the rest of the night, so that those that actually sleep may do so, knowing how important it is for humans and other such non elves.
OoC:I still need 8 hrs total as per PH, I realize.