As the sun fades, the southern winds push clouds heavy with rain over the garrison. The clouds do not rain, but they block any light from the moon or the stars. The sun drops below the horizon and the land remains quiet. Only the light from the torches cuts through the darkness.
The soldiers in the garrison are quiet; no one would dare speak and break the delicate silence.
It’s almost too quiet…
((Those in the towers, make a spot check))