You scout a bit and find a nice campsite a few hundred yards to the east of the temple, in a wooded clearing. You can hear the river from where you are. You opt not to start a fire (no one said you were, so I'll not assume), and eat cold rations and water before settling in. The night is clear and the moon rises, you huddle in your cloaks for warmth against the chill. Several hours pass, and Finnr is up for his turn at watch. He is perhaps momentarily entranced by the sound of the river, and misses the telltale clues that would have alerted him to those approaching. He is startled by a loud crack to the north, then sees six small, reptilian humanoids rushing at him, a mere 7 paces away! Kobolds! They each stand half a man's height, but charge en masse and manage to tackle Finnr to the ground, even as the rest if you are jolted awake. The six creatures are dragging Finnr off into the woods to the north, as he struggles and cries out. By the time you come to your senses Finnr is just being dragged into the woods proper. You hear whoops and yells to the north, there may be more creatures!