The night passes uneventfully though out of the jungle canopy, and with no fire, it is surprisingly cold (for those of you who aren't predominately made of gears at any rate) and a variety of howls and strange animal sounds unlike anything you have heard previously has you on edge anytime you hear them. Anytime you think about it you can't shake the feeling of being watched from within the distant tree line but you see nothing concrete to make you feel like it is anything more than paranoia.

The dawn breaks and brings with it a chorus of, more familiar though still exotic, birdsong. In the light of the morning there is no sign of the smoke you saw at sunset or, when you strain to look, no obvious sign of what had caused it save for to the South you think you can make out a clearing in the otherwise thick jungle.

With the first breaking of the light, Skitterlung, hacking with the cold, rushed out to his cockroach traps to see if he caught anything special, giddy to see what friends await him.

Kaine awoke from his troubled sleep, feeling not a bit rested. Blearily he wiped the sleep from his eyes and wrapped his cloak more snugly against himself, pulling the hood back on.

Stamping his feet to get his blood flowing again he walked over to the edge of their campsite and looked over at the horizon, at what appeared to be a clearing towards the South.

"I say we head North West, where we saw many columns of smoke last evening. More people means civilization, though it could also mean raiders or bandits. If we are careful we should be able to determine that before getting too close," he announced to the others.

[Cavalier heals 2 HP during the night's rest]

Cavalier sat at the edge of their camp, looking southward. It had been sitting like this for most of the night, relaxing and keeping watch. It had seen, like the others, the smoke from the southern areas, and so it had decided that any attacks would more likely come from that area if.. For some reason they had been seen and such.

"I suppose. Of course, personally, I am not much for the ways of stealth and scouting, so I won't be of much use. Though I hope I won't have to use what I am good at."

The clockwork rises in one fluid motion, the gears of the creature ticking smoothly.

Gren pulled himself out of his earth pit slightly chilled but not as cold as some.

" I must admit you might be right about heading North West but we cannot stay in the jungle forever so any direction is better than none" replied the molekin