You gather around the fire and the pot, and the sun slowly rises above the trees.
As you lounge around, waiting and chatting, a young elf jogs over to you. "Dralin 18?" He asks. "Riltyn needs to see you now, as there's been a slight change in plans."
"I can answer any questions you have on the way." He says, then turns. He doesn't walk away, but he is standing as though he expects you to walk with him.