Stroll In The Dark

A lantern was held up, the flame and enchanted structure supposed to be like a lighthouse in the middle of the night's ocean, it was weak however, illuminating like a most mundane lantern, perhaps even less than that.

Its holder was not alone, torches, candles and other sources of brightness were to be found everywhere one looked, but for those not as fortunate as the one bearing enchanted gear, it was like their light was on the verge of being snuffed out at all times.

All walked around slowly, looking down at the ground, the sensation of rock turning to grass, grass turning to rock, rock turning to wood was the primary compass when one was not daring enough to raise their eyes.