Orkell walked through the newly settled village, the moon a sliver of light cutting through the thick canopy overhead. The people had finally found rest. The huts, once abandoned, were now filled with the low hum of tired voices and the soft breathing of sleeping children. Yet, Orkell felt no peace. His tail twitched with a nervous energy he couldn't shake. He moved past the well and saw Elder Lamna sitting on the steps of a small porch, staring out into the moonlit fog.
"Orkell," she said, her voice soft but alert, "you should get some sleep. You and your men have barely closed your eyes since we got here."
He sat down beside her, the worn wood cool against his scales. "We're on guard," he replied, his gaze sweeping the quiet street. "The village was abandoned in a hurry. We have to be on alert until we know why. We'll take turns." He paused, looking at her. "Why are you still awake? I thought you'd be asleep."
