Worse Than the Disease

The group of exiles finds a comfortable spot in an old barn to bunk down for the night.
Sean fiddles with the noise-maker traps he tries to set up around the campsite for 2 hours. It does not seem to work out well.
The night goes quietly, if coldly. Only the blowing wind in the blackness reaches the ears of the survivor on guard duty.

DAY 4

The group wakes up the next morning relatively refreshed, although still colder than they’d like. They have another long day of forward momentum in the snow ahead of them.

(OOC: No random encounter tonight.)