Subject: Um...

So, yeah. I checked the game email while I was in Vancouver, and of course they didn't archive on my machine. Soooo.... I don't have the last few game emails. Could someone send them over to me so Rennik can respond?

Thanks bunches.

Subject: Re: Um...

Done.

Subject: Re: The Chase; camping and eating and whatnot

Rennik wakens quickly to look at Garyth, figuring it is his turn to take watch, but the human's face is taught and concerned, his finger over his lips. A rush of adrenaline surges through the halfling's body, tensing his muscles and focusing his senses. His eyes follow Garyth's finger upward, scanning the treetops and listening with every fiber of his being.

A threat from above? He heard nothing, but Garyth's face told him there was danger. This was no dream or figment. The dark god has many servants and powerful magic, and Rennik feels the familiar lack of control and anxiety when faced with the magickal arts.

Straining his eyes upward, he keeps a keen ear all around him. The image overhead could have been to distract the sentry for an attack from the woods. With dark magic anything was possible, and he gripped his bow and one of the arrows embedded point down in the dirt beside his bed.

[Ty: What does he see or hear? How many hours is it until daylight? What's the weather like, and how soon is it likely to change? (I'm guessing it's stopped raining if there's starlight) How far are we from the borders of the other halfling tribe?]