Huddled around the fire, your party finds a moment of respite in the darkness of the ruins. Paracelsus and Tardif lie asleep in their bedrolls by the flickering light of the campfire, taking advantage of the brief moment of safety to get some well earned rest.

Bigby, however, is not granted the same luxury.

Too plagued by nightmares and memories, he sits awake - pearched slightly distanced from the rest of the party - staring into the darkness, as though waiting for something to stumble forward.