The party exchanged knowing glances, their unspoken concern echoing like a whisper through the air. Jayce's sigh seemed to carry the weight of their collective worry as he broached the topic. Volunteers were sought for the night's watch, the grim duty of guarding their fragile camp against the unknown.
Paul, always reliable and steadfast, raised his hand for the first shift. Zane, his hawk-like vigilance proven time and again, stepped forward to take the second. Jayce nodded his approval, a silent acknowledgment of their dedication.
As dusk began to descend upon the forest, hunger made its presence known. Jayce's voice broke through the tension, asking the timeless question of what everyone wanted for dinner. Amidst the playful suggestions and banter, a decision was reached – roasted chicken and fragrant garlic rice. The tantalizing aroma of the cooking meal wafted through the air, its savory scent mingling with the forest's natural fragrances.
