(Alright. That's fine. I'll be getting off pretty soon.) "We set out first light, so get rested up now."
Stirring, Monochrome sat up from his spot, peering around. He usually slept soundly through the night, but he wasn't at ease tonight. He felt unsettled. He was not only plagued by apprehensiveness over tomorrow's events, but he felt as though this wouldn't be easy... or even remotely safe from here on out. He laid back. praying he was wrong.
Turning quickly, Monochrome stares after Broke. Narrowing his eyes, he begins to rouse Flint from his sleep. "Oy. Flint."
"You'd be right there, mate. I figured we'd set out for the mountain range at first light, but I don't think all he wants is an early start."
"BUCK, we lost him. Wait if my SAS training serves me right. Magic residue is left whenever someone casts a spell".
(Robin, keep in mind, broke is a master escape artist, he would have learned to Conceal it after about 10-15 years of using those magics.)