The cool night breeze rustles softly through the camp's trees and brings with it the sweet scent of blooming jasmine. The crackling of a fire adds a warm, soothing ambiance to the night, and an owl calls out a rhythmic lullaby from somewhere above the sleeping group. In the moonlight the tents are painted a gentle silver, and the few wakeful members of the camp lounge around the fire, sharing stories, sharpening arrows, or staring at the dancing flames.

"In the hush where the campfire glows, Jasmine sighs in the twilight’s slow flow. A cool wind dances through the trees, Carrying secrets on silken breath to thee. Hoo-wEE, Hoo-wEE, the owl hums his tune, A lullaby under the moon’s silver rune. Wrap your worries in starlight, let shadows defend... The night holds you close as the fire bends." Harmon sings quietly, watching the stars as he lays on a tree branch