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The group followed Zelas' suggestion and retired for the night, doing the best they could to find comfort on the cold, hard cavern floor. Though they set a watch and preparations for attack, they needn't have bothered: only Nim saw a possible threat, and it was only a rat which momentarily investigated the cavern, and then fled. It seemed that word of Korkarr's death had spread quickly through the caves and that any bandits that had survived their attack had done as the panthers had and fled into the night.
And then came a sort of morning. Internal clocks told them that the sun had risen, and so they prepared for the day. Suspicions of possible betrayal by Demy-Sefrab began to take more shape now that they were soon to face whatever trap he may have prepared. Tar-Sul picked up the looted chest and closed it, staring at it long and hard. All this death over this chest and its monetary contents? It seemed impossible to imagine to the Sen-Rabbian peasant.
The sounds of armor being donned filled the room, as well as that of spell-book pages being flipped (and mutterings of magical words of power as well), as they prepared themselves for combat. But soon they were ready, some still jittery about what was to come next. Still, they retraced their steps through the cave, past the corridor and the Pond Room to the cave mouth, where they had killed the rats.
The morning sunlight pierced the gloom that had previously been lit only with torchlight. They could hear bird song and the sounds of the swamp, giving them the false impression of peace to come. The only question remained, to such suspicious men and woman of the sword and spell, which tree would the attackers come out from?