The party returned to the rock crevice.
Chanting a Spell, Colin controlled the Flaming Arrow Cantrip in his hand, keeping the flame contained between his fingers. He gently touched it to the oil lamp's wick, lighting it.
A warm orange glow immediately lit up the quiet cave.
Kase and Orelia sat against the wall, recovering their strength.
Salin sat to one side, stroking a cracked Shepherd's Flute. In the dim light, letters carved at the end of the flute were faintly visible.
Everything in the rock crevice was exactly as they had left it the day before.
But the wind outside had grown much stronger, and they could clearly hear a loud, mournful wailing from beyond the cave entrance, like the howling of ghosts and wolves. It was quite noisy.
In the recent battle, they had used up all the remaining Weak Healing Potions, Sacred Oil, and Holy Water. The party's only remaining consumables were a single bottle of Weak Antidote and one of Holy Water.
