Keep walking

As we kept walking, the noises grew more persistent, seemingly following us wherever we went. At first, we tried to brush it off as just the sounds of the forest, but as the day wore on, it became more and more unsettling.

Twigs snapped underfoot and strange growls echoed through the trees. Every now and then, we caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of our eyes, but when we turned to look, there was nothing there.

It seemed as though whatever was making the noises was toying with us, intentionally staying just out of sight. Korant and I exchanged worried glances more than a few times.

We couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched, stalked... but by who? Baelog and his dwarven comrades, who had been so confident in their directions earlier, now looked just as uneasy as we did.

As the sun began to set, we agreed that it would be best to set up camp for the night. The constant noises had worn us down and we needed a break from the unnerving forest.

We found a small clearing and quickly set about building a fire, hoping its warmth and light would ward off whatever lurked in the darkness. The crackling flames did little to ease our nerves, however, as the noises only seemed to grow louder as night fell.

The only problem was we were running out of wood and quickly, too. We needed somebody to make the sacrifice and gather some extra fuel for the fire.