The sentry you posted comes running into the party.

"Rose Petal! The men have returned!"

The terrible news feels like a stake through your heart. Men. Again?
You sigh and stop the party.

You're all slow and tired. The men are awake. With a yawn you issue orders. The animals charge, but are too sleepy to remember their postitions. Chaos breaks out, and no-one knows what to do.

A man puts a torch to a tree, then takes it around in a circle, enclosing you.

The fire nears.

Game Over