Ever been out camping before? You may have brought your friends with you and watched the moon raise with the stars sparkling in the background? It's beautiful! And so thought Quillhart as well, until he realized that they weren't alone. The night is swarming with dark creatures, one more wicked than one other. Everywhere one turns one can glance the glimmer of sharp teeth, hear the roll of thunder from their empty stomachs, and worst of all, stare into the pure hatred within their eyes.

Once you're trapped, their's no escape! Once they have you there's nowhere to run.

Would you be able to keep the spirit up? Or a better question. Would you be able to help your companions to stay strong in their hour of need? Quillhart wasn't sure about that. He wasn't meant to be a leader, the title was forced upon him. He was shy, scared of all kind of conflicts and uncertain with himself on many levels. How could he possibly put everything back to order?