The night is... uncomfortable. Hot, humid and sweaty the best you can do is impromptu hammocks of capes slung between the trees to escae the ever present bugs and insects that swarm across the forest floor. Even then most of the party awaken covered i red blotches and tiny stings where the various small stinging things have landed, stolen and a few drops of blood and scurried away. As the morning sun rises the humidity also rises rapidly to generate an unbearable heat and humidity that is stifling.

Approaching the cliff side once more the dead dragonfly is there still, although swarming with vermin now as its returned back to its kin but you cannot hear any other buzzing of large insects as you approach the edge once more and look down the steep vine choked cliffs to the jungle below.