You struggle over the decision a bit, but ultimately decide that making camp would be the sensible approach. "It's dangerous either way, but if we're exhausted or our horses have keeled over then we're only hurting ourselves," you point out to Kurt, who seems very upset you didn't side with him.
Camp is made and everyone takes shifts watching during the night. You take the last shift, feeling quite refreshed from having a non-drugged night's sleep. As you're sitting there beside the fire, you can hear many strange sounds throughout the forest. Owls calling and the rustle of leaves in the wind aren't unusual, but at times it sounds as though the wind is whispering to you. Soon you're sure that there is something there, but you can't identify what it is.
"Come...come..." It whispers. Faint lights can be seen dancing through the trees, beckoning you to join them.