Dungeon Master:
CHURCH:
Its quiet. Perhaps too quiet but its nighttime. The occasional sound from above comes down to the ground. Probably snow. It starts to come down hard. Nothing creeps up from the ground or anywhere else. Pretty dismal but it seems safe enough.
Tyrael stayed at the windows for a little while longer, moving between them when she felt the need to warm up, or stay awake. She couldn't take watch for the entire night. She'd have to get some rest at some point. "
Where are you, Dream? Hailie? Anton?" she muttered softly to herself. "
I'd even welcome Sams company right now, sour stares and all. How desperate does that make me?"
Heading back to the wagon, Tyrael checked on the animals. Finding some rope and assorted jingly things, she set up some simple alarms at the doors and windows. Hopefully, if something tried to break in, the jingly bits would make enough noise to wake her.