Let's face them

The Carvinines were waiting to get dark to launch an attack. John and others expected that. They realized that the Carvinines already knew the location otherwise they wouldn't rest like that instead they should have been searching for the villagers or John.

As the hours crept by and dusk settled over the village, a tense anticipation hung in the air, each passing moment fraught with the looming threat of the Carvinines' impending attack. John and his companions braced themselves for the onslaught, their senses heightened as they prepared to defend against the encroaching darkness.

But as the night wore on and the Carvinines remained eerily dormant in their lair, a troubling realization dawned upon John and his allies. If the Carvinines truly intended to launch an attack under cover of darkness, why were they biding their time in apparent tranquility?

"It doesn't make sense,"

John murmured, his brow furrowed in thought.