*The Beastly man spooks and makes off for the tree line, disapearing into the night.*

*The grizzly beast of a man slinks forward toward the campsite in hesitant steps*

*A roughly humanoid form scurries to the meat scrap. It sniffs and steps away. A low growl can be heard under the threat of impending squallwinds. For those who listen very close, the gutteral clash of a half word-half screech can be heard*

"MAN" utters the shadowed figure.

*Clouds part, a yellow-gray half moon illuminates the autumn sky. Huddled forms rest by the fire, weary from travel and the times. Survival has become the meat and drink of the day, all of them more adventurers than they ever hoped to be. Time and trajectory has made some of them heroes, some of the...