The campfire began to die down to hot embers as the adventurers began to drift off, one by one, to night's embrace. They took turns keeping watch through the night, one waking the next. The only excitement was the distant howl of wild dogs in the distance several times during the night, at one point the creatures seemed to drift fairly close to their camp.
Making it through the night, the morning brought overcast skies, the smell of rain on morning air as the party stirred from their final throws of slumber. One thing was certain this day, they were going to get wet before they made the next camp. Thunder rolled near them, with lightning lapping the ground about them in the distance. There was no excaping this torrent bearing down upon them.