"That's forty three for me! How many for you?" Gil was counting and becoming unhappier as he realized that they had been doing this all night. The moon was just starting to set yet here they were, still hunting the cyclops silkworms.
"I'm at thirty seven. I saw Midnight and Onyx have hit their twenties at least too. This is like a wave of them or something. I thought we would be done earlier with this pest." Walker was also very unhappy. This had woken up just about everyone at this point. The sounds of arrows being shot in to trees and other night guards running around camp had been the cause of waking those that had earned their rest.
"How many did you just say? There are that many of these ugly things?" Remey was the most disgusted. It wasn't that the cyclops silkworms were that bad, but they were too many and not the cutest monsters in the world. Not to mention that they didn't even make enough useful materials out of their body to really be that big a deal.
