It was dark.
The group was in the forest. The area they were in was mapped under the Great Forest, but it could also be considered under the territory of Babil.
The Adventurers were well aware of the dangers of the forest, so they had night duty. Some Adventurers would stay up and patrol the camp, making sure that everyone was safe. They would take turns as the night passes.
The same night they lost Yogw, one of the guards strayed from the camp. He had gone off to check on something.
He had seen some movement in the dark, but could not really tell what was going on. He held a Glowstone in his hand as he approached the faint silhouette of whatever was out there.
"Hello?" He called out, clutching his dagger close to him.
He heard some footsteps through the forested ground. Rustling of leaves and the shuffling of feet.
"Hello?" He called out again.
