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Everyone
The rain slowed to a drizzle, then a fine mist and eventually died away as the clouds above slowly drifted away to the south. Above was left a blue sky, slowly growing purple in the west, with alien constellations visible just above the horizon there. In the east the sun was still a few hours from being completely gone. The baleful red orb seemed almost large enough and close enough to swallow the world as it sank.
All around them, the jungle's day sounds were replaced by the jungle's night sounds. Insects were chittering in the brush, some of them worryingly large by the sound of it, and the occasional howl or shriek would rise in the distance from time to time. The sounds were reminiscent of home, but never quite the same, which just made them seem all the more unusual.
Still, some things were apparently the same in all corners of the universe, for soon the air was swarming with small flying things that came for the light of the campfire and their blood. No one was going to wake up without at least a few itches. Except possibly Evon, for no apparent reason they seemed to keep a distance from him.
The group found that their lizardmen hosts kept a respectable distance at all times. But even so, they still kept an eye on them.
As they talked among themselves, one of the creatures dumped a pile of thin straw mats near the fire. The best guess seemed that they were being invited to stay the night, rather than having to travel back to the portal in the darkness or camping out in the alien jungle.
It still seemed like Tamora and Anne could make their trip around the lake and return before complete darkness, but they would be making a lot of the final half in a black twilight where just about anything could ambush them unless they kept on their toes.
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