After eight quiet hours of sleep, you awaken refreshed. Badgerface is awake, looking like he got a lot less sleep than any of you. "The city's pretty quiet," he explains. "There are some people on the streets, but most businesses are closed. As far as the attack goes, we lost. Cost the Resistance a lot of good people. The Town Council surrendered to the Scourge. Fortunately for us, the Scourge is much too big to fit into the Gate Pass so they're still outside the gates. I didn't check every gate, but it looks like they're still not letting non-military people out of the city." He yawns and stretches. "I hope those cots are comfier than they look."
Leaving Badgereye to his afternoon nap, you leave the temple. Like Badgereye said, the streets are less busy than normal for the first day of the new year. After last night, the cool mountain air is pleasantly warm, or at least pleasantly not frigid. The air smells of smoke and charcoal, though all the fires are long-extinguished.
Gabal's school is a little more than a mile away, two city sections to the east away from the Scourge. Before you can even leave the neighborhood the temple of Olidamarra's in, you get your first close-up view of the enemy. A wyvern has fallen onto a house and is lying awkwardly across the roof peak, dead.
Everyone make spot checks.