Sweet dreams...

Wyll prepared dinner. He made a vegetable stew from the produce the party had scavenged from the caravan that had been sacked by the gnolls. Afterwards, Shadowheart retired to her tent. Today had been exhausting for her - physically and emotionally. They were no closer to finding a cure for the ceremorphosis process, and time was running out.

Sleep didn't come easily, though. Shadowheart twisted and turned. She was tormented by her carnal thoughts, and she needed relief desperately.