Eager to be away from the unfriendly atmosphere of the lumber camp, the party turns and makes its way into the forest of Darkmoon Vale.
At the outskirts, the trees are relatively sparse, with many stumps and the castoff debris of the logging operation littering the ground. The group presses on, eager to find a suitable campsite before the failing daylight is gone completely. The noises of the night wildlife...birds, insects, and other sounds (less easily identifiable) begin to echo all around as the party proceeds under the canopy of hardwood trees.
(Hakkara, Survival Check 6+4=10)
At one point, Hakkara's keen eyes catch sight of a rabbit on the trail ahead in the gloaming, and the snap of her bowstring sings out. Her aim is true, and the shaft catches the hapless animal in the side, killing it instantly. The barbarian woman proudly claims her prize, pleased that not all of the evening's meal will have to consist of dry rations.
After a forty minutes of marching at a brisk pace, the adventurers come upon a promising, grassy clearing. It is now very nearly dark, and the group realizes the time has come to stop and make camp for the night. Hakkara's pony begins to graze contentedly, while everyone pitches in to help make camp.
Before long, Jebbo's hopes have been realized. A warm fire burns in a pit dug out in the center of the clearing, and Hakkara's rabbit roasts appetizingly on a spit. Tall darkwood, elm, and pine trees loom overhead, and the sounds of wildlife can be heard from all directions, but so far Darkmoon Vale seems peaceful and tranquil enough...not at all the haven of menace and doom spoken of by the townspeople of Falcon's Hollow.
