The night is cold, every crack and hole in the ruin makes itself known with bone chilling drafts. The fire does nothing for those who aren't hovering around it and experience has taught the fledgling adventurers that staying near a fire while on watch is a dangerous hobby.

The Asylumites wake to a chilly morning, the long false dawn of the mountains doesn't help, and it appears the cul-de-sac will keep the ruin in shadow most of the day. But, cold and sore as they are, they are awake and that is generally a good sign. Even Telorn has managed to fight off his illness.
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Neldi grumps his way out of the corner he was sleeping in and builds the fire back up, using the cook pot to boil water and make an ersatz porridge for everyone.