As day transforms into night, the temperature drops, though not too much. It is still muggy. But it is a more bearable muggy. You settle in to your watch routine.
The creatures of the night chirp, wail, and hoot. The odd lizard or monkey scurries close enough to the clearing to catch a glimpse of you, but then retreats quickly. The sky overhead is clear. You can see the constellations clearly tonight.
The first watch comes and goes uneventfully. Qualos is awakened for his watch. He lopes about, as is the wont of some of his kind. Then, he catches a sniff of something unfamiliar and spots a very slender humanoid figure out of the corner of his eye...