[ArwenBaggins]

Dafodyl awoke with a jolt from her lying position at the table. She looked up wearily and saw that almost the whole room had cleaned out.

"I must ‘ave fell asleep!" She jumped up, and moved to a foggy window. There where clouds filling the dark night sky. She groggily strolled to the stairs, and stopped for a minute to blink and wipe her sleepy eyes.

Holding on to the wall like she was drunk, she went to her room and sat on her bed. She thought about her dying brother at home, and she wondered if he was still alive. She picked up her knife and positioned it closer to her grasp. Her blankets, tarp, and camping supplies were tied in a tight bundle, where they could be used as a weapon if she needed.

She laid down her head and looked at the ceiling. She needed sleep and she knew it. After the next Inn, another may not come. She was afraid for herself and her companions. She only knew of Wargs from the stories her Mum and Dad had told her when she was little. She thought of them as fantasy creatures that didn’t exist. Now she knew the truth.

With a deep sigh, she rolled over. Her eyes closed on their own, and she drifted into a sleep.