[OOC I hope its ok if I join the thread is marked as Open oh and so there's no confusion i'm a cat if you read my character description you will understand.]

Cinnamon smelt blood and meat she licked her lips and ran down from her tree that she'd been hiding in she was hungry. She ran through the woods, in the direction of the smell and came across the source of the smell it was dead people and some dead trolls. All sorts of animals were here feasting so she decided to join in, the other animals didn't seem to care. After she ate her fill of meat she headed towards the bright ring of campfires and ran right between two of the campfires. There were people hiding in here "These people look nice" she thought as she wandered over to one of the girls that was sitting by the campfire. "she'll think i'm just a cat and she'll pet me and feed me and treat me well." Cinnamon thought to herself as she climbed up and sat on the girl's lap.

Cedric was munching on an apple when he saw a cat that was colored black.

"Where did the cat come from?" Cedric asked aloud, while waiting for an answer, he heard some strange sounds, maybe an elk? No, it was louder.

Then, he realized that it was more trolls, who got news that three of their kind was killed.

"We can't stay out here until dawn, cause we won't even make it." Cedric said with a shakiness in his voice.

"More trolls are coming!"  Cedric shouted, then he went over to the dead trolls bodies and saw purple mushrooms on their shoulder, and realized that those were to send signals to a troll shaman that the troll has been killed.

Pick frowned at the situation they had hopelessly found themselves in.

"We can't fight them, and we can't run" he looked up into the trees, "we need to hide, Cedric carry Drysl. Everyone into a tree hurry!"

Pick mushroomed another one of his crossbow bolts, and waited for everyone to get hidden before hiding himself. 

Cedric did what Pick asked, he carried Drysl inside a hollow tree. Although the situation seemed hopeless, Cedric readied his crossbow, lit the crossbow on fire by using his fireball spell and quickly dispatching the fireball. And began to guard the sleeping hermit.

"What's the plan? We just stay here until dawn?" Cedric asked Pick.

[OOC: Cedric isn't a mage, wizard or a spellcaster by the way, he only knows a few spells"

"Ideally" responded Pick as he climbed high into the branches of his own tree, "doing literally anything else is more dangerous at this point, Now put your light out and keep quiet." The trolls grew closer. He could smell their foul stench permeate the area. He only hoped they would turn away soon.

Pick watched as the trolls came into view. They began inspecting the gnawed bodies and putting out campfires. They murmured to each other something incomprehensible and continued their search. 

Cedric watched the trolls quietly from the top of the tree that Drysl was in. Cedric noticed that the bolt was now red hot and put out the flame, the scorched area was the only thing visible in the complete darkness.

There was at least 6 trolls on the campsite. One of which looked like the toughest, one looked like it was made out of wood.

Cedric whispered to Pick "What now? We have to take action soon, they have a shaman! They could track us down!"

Cedric was tense, he kept an eye on all the trolls just in case he would get near Cedric and Drysl's tree.

Claribel's hands strayed from the edible mushrooms by her side once she had had her fill, and she noticed that she began to grow a bit sleepy. "A pleasure to meet you, Tea, Pick," she said with a pleasant smile and a nod to the two who introduced themselves. Her attentions once again shifted from Cedric when he didn't answer her, figuring that he might not want to be bothered after everything that just went on. She didn't blame him. To Tea's question, she gave a bit of a nervous laugh. "Ah–believe it or not, I was trying to find the Duchy of Egjora! I don't know where I am now, really; I tried to use the stars to travel, but.. Well, either it worked and we're right next to the city, or I'm a long ways off and rather daft."

Claribel didn't seem bothered at all by the sudden appearance of a cat who took its place atop the lap of the farmer's wife. The poor woman looked like she very much need the comfort, anyways; the puddle of vomit nearby was beginning to smell. Well, it already smelled, but now the smell was becoming more overbearing–quite dreadful, actually. It almost made her want to throw up as well, the feeling only intensified with her stomach knowing it had an entire filling meal to expel if it wanted to, but she managed to easily keep it down; the feeling disappeared when the noises of what someone guessed were from more trolls filtered through their bloody camp.

At Cedric's shouting, the mage lifted a palm and pressed it to her forehead. "Hiding won't be of any use if you go around making so much noise; let's hope they thought we were the wolves still poking about..!" she whispered, though the man had already run off with Drysl for one of the hollow trees. Pick as well had run, and she figured she had no choice but to follow after them. Claribel ushered the farmer's wife and the cat into the hollow of a tree that was quite well-hidden from the trolls' lines of sight, then hopped up and scrambled up the same tree to perch herself back above the whole situation. If Tea had not already claimed his own tree, then she would motion for him to join her in the one she was in; whether or not he followed, she grew still and quiet in the branches, watching the trolls very intently and–oh, she had just fallen asleep against the trunk.

Some mages simply got rest where they could find it, it seemed.

Tea purposely stood clear away from Cedric, his attire was much to foreign for him.

Tea's brows rose up when he saw the cat black cat trotting it's way to the farmer's wife. "How on earth could such a thing survive in these wood?" Tea asked in his head. It didn't seem to do no harm, and comforted the poor women, so he just let it be.

Before could continue his conversation with Claire, Cedric cried troll. Tea was confused, he thought all the trolls were dead, how could more come. He reviewed the fight in his mind, he saw Pick make is kill, and he knew killed the unconscious troll. That only left Cedric's troll that he shot twice, he didn't see his kill, but before he could ask anything, almost everyone started running. Tea ran fast to catch up, Cedric needed to explain himself, they were far ahead already climbing the trees, he couldn't see anything, the leaves covered any silhouettes. Tea though could hear Claire soft voice motion him to join them. 

He began climbing, once he got the branch, he was upset that Cedric wasn't there, Claire had already fallen asleep, and the woman was gripping firmly the cat, "Uhh, I would suggest you be more gentile with the cat." Tea said to the women. The woman didn't seem to listen, she was already to fall in tears again. Tea scanned at the branches, he finally spotted Pick and Cedric mumbling to each other, once he tried to move, the woman grappled his arm, "Please don't leave." she whispered loudly. "Shh, shh, okay." Tea stayed reluctantly, he looked at Cedric from a distance.

[OOC: Tea thinks Cedric might be to blame, doesn't mean his is.]

Cedric kept watching the trolls, and then, he heard howling, whisper hounds!

Cedric tried to talk to Pick but he was too concentrated watching the trolls' movement. So he told Claire instead.

"Claire! Do you hear those howl's? Those are whisper hounds! We could use them to our advantage!" Cedric whispered to Claire,

"They could attack the trolls and injure them, and we can go in for the finishing!"

"Can you help me in keeping an eye out?" Cedric asked.