Unknown Darkness
It was a nerve wracking time, waiting around a campfire while his spirits scouted the surrounding area.
Melisande and Everett hardly talked, obviously tense from the looming threat that they were intentionally provoking.
Only briefly could he see the demi-human rogue in the shadows around the trees, slinging ropes over branches and assembling traps around the perimeter.
I've got to be prepared. This was my idea…Dragging a dangerous killer like Amon straight to the group. One wrong move, and somebody can die, he thought.
"So…nice night, isn't it?" Everett nervously made conversation.
"Not for long," Melisande replied.
"Hey! I mean…you're probably not wrong, but stay positive!" Everett said.
It was relieving to see that the bumpkin shielder was still as energetic as ever, though it only lasted so long as he saw a twinkle of blue light approaching in the distance.