The two imps were the scouts that survived and came back from the forest. They staggered to their feet, and their bodies were still covered in blood-stained bandages, which the humans brought.
They stepped over their peers who were sound asleep on the ground while they made some ominous rumble in their throats. Their steps were floaty like they were drunk. But their eyes were glinting red in the dark.
The red was turbid as if it indicated that its master's mind was in a stupor.
The imps first took a few steps toward the campfire, the light from which cast a pair of long shadows behind them. But something darker seemed to be hiding in the shadows. The long shadows stretched to the open space at the campsite. Plumes of dark smoke with tiny tentacles rose from the edge of the shadows.
As if the two imps were afraid of fire, they stopped dead in their tracks and then made a series of incomprehensible sound before turning and moved toward the human camp.