Alexander spent the entire day walking and by night fall, he not yet arrived to the place where the compass was leading him.
He had tactfully hidden from three troll giants and a suspicious wanderer along the way and by the time Alexander set up his tent to retire for the night, he was exhausted and cold.
He couldn't light a fire for fear of drawing unwanted attention so Alexander wrapped his thin blanket around himself and tried to get some sleep.
Using a simple magic spell he had learned, Alexander cast a protective spell around his tent, one that could alert him if any creatures got too close.
Knowing he wasn't really safe, he slept lightly and never let himself slip into a deep slumber and six hours into the night, Alexander's eyes snapped open at the slightest movement outside.
His barrier has been breached and Alexander carefully got out of his tent, hands on his sword and ready to fight if he needed to.
