The forest was silent. Chittering ceased and long-echoed stamping stopped. It was like a dome had fallen across the glade- Thick black glass set at the edge of the campfire's light, arced over till it touched the sky. They were in their own little world, but one had the sense to see through it. Everyone fell silent as Ruach cast his stone.

There was a quick whizz- In a shaky motion the stone clipped Myers hat- He ducked. Jorgen jumped forward into the zone of fire, he failed to catch it. Tracker turned to the darkness where the stone found its target- A horrid squeal in the night. The dome was broken, all had turned to see faint smoke-cloaked figures. 

“Wa- Was that an animal?!?” Cried Carrie, to no one in particular.

“That was a man.” Declared Tracker, quick off the ground and to the edge of the campfire's light.