Uneventful at first...

Your watch starts off as all nightwatch shifts do, trying to find a vantage point, looking for interlopers, but most importantly, getting and staying comfortable.

The cool night's breeze caresses your skin, and you begin to wish that you had brought a heavier cloak, as you feel gooseflesh prickle over your skin, and your sensitive nipples begin to point their way into your top.

Though you aren't a paragon of natural knowledge, you are at least seasoned enough to know the behaviours and sounds of the local wildlife. The screech owl nearby has been making its calls fairly regularly, and the typical scurrying of the small forest creatures does not escape your keen senses.

Your sylvan heritage allows you to see as clear in the moon and starlight as most humans can see during the day, and you realize that only the orc's night vision abilities would come close to rivaling your own. You quietly thank the gods that you don't have to carry around bulky, smelly torches and lamps for light unless you find yourself in an area of true darkness.

You can spot many things from the knoll which you picked out. You see some of your companions going about their guard duties. Harod and Elizabeth are standing at their posts, oblivious to your gaze. You can't see Illag, but you know that he is patrolling while cloaked in invvisibility.

You start in astonishment, when he seems to fade into sight five meters away, drop his illusion and waves at you. His ability to fade in and out of view like that is uncanny! What could he want? Then you remember that it's his turn to check in with you to end your shift, and you relax a bit.

"How goes your shift Talira? Mine's as boring as ever." He says tiredly,

"Mine is going about as you would expect, like watching the varnish dry on a fence so far." You say

"Well I thought I'd check in to report regardless, protocol and all that" he says in a resigned manner

"Yes I suppose that's best." You reply,

You both check in to wake the next shift, and they groggily comply.

"Say, how much you want to bet that we find Harod balls deep inside Elizabeth in their tent by the time we get back to camp?"

You flush with shock, embarrassment, and a little lust at his crass forwardness. Your flush spreads to your chest and you realize that he can see your embarrassment clear as day. You also come to realize his body language is as forward as his speech.

"I... ah... well I wouldn't know what they will do in their nighttime hours. And isn't that their business, not ours?" You say, thoroughly flustered,

"We're in a party now little lady, everyone's business essentially becomes everyone's business." He says

Your heat migrates to between your thighs as your imagine begins to work against you. Illag inches himself almost imperceptibly closer to you. He begins to subtly flirt with you, or at least he thinks he is; subtlety is not an orcish specialty.

A sudden mischievous urge overcomes you, and you hip-check the unsuspecting orc into the cord attached to a tent stake and take off running, giggling like a schoolgirl. Illag grumbles in orcish, but then chuckles and fades into the shadows.

You run like the wind, finding your way to the camp. You stop shy of entering your camp, for fear of Illag's "retribution" and you attempt to observe the camp from a distance, crouched down and hidden next to a nearby tree.