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It's twilight, and it's becoming difficult for you to see the road ahead. You're quite far from any town or village; in fact there's no sign at all of human establishment, other than the road itself. Shadows of treebranches stretch across the road in front of you, shaking a bit as the wind howls past. It's a little creepy.

"Hey, want to think about making camp for the night?" you ask everyone.

They all exhange glances. No one looks thrilled by the idea of stopping at this place. On the other hand, it's getting darker by the minute, and traveling down the road in the dark is just as unsettling a prospect...

If Rochibal is in your party, turn to page 131.
If not, turn to page page 114.