Break Camp

Balar relaxed his grip on his axe. When the giant had risen moments before he had been sure they were under attack. The roar of terror and rage the Jotun had let out had been deafening.

"I suggest we break camp." He said, "We are an hour away from dawn and if we start now we can make the walls of Treno by midday."

"Sounds good to me." Majvok murmered reaching for his pack.

"Erik." Tiella said as they all moved to break camp, "do you have some kind of cloak to spare, I suspect our young Elven friend dislikes walking under the light of the Sun."