"Get up, Tresh! Stay quiet!" whispered Loric urgently. "Nothing is stirring in the woods. There are orcs about." As Tresh sat up, his blanket fell away. The crisp morning air rapidly replaced the warmth his meager cover had afforded him throughout the night. Loric, packing quickly, added, "I smell smoke too. And it isn't from a cooking fire." "Did you see any movement on the far side?" asked Loric. "What about the clearing? What's the situation there? Any survivors?" "Thanks, Milar," Loric said solemnly as he nodded to the scout. "Resume your watch. I will be up shortly."