A Night of Drinking, Part Three

***Agawa POV***

We all sat around a familiar sight with unfamiliar surroundings.

The Sun had already set, painting the sky black with the exception of the brightened stars. 

Though there was a chill in the air, the roaring campfire between us kept the cold at bay. Lining the rock-bordered firepit were a variety of skewered meat cubes and mushrooms.

As I said, it was a familiar sight. The only difference was we'd been surrounded by walls, giving us the guise of safety.

Even so, I somehow managed to feel uneasy. I felt like any second now, a monster could burst through, tearing apart everything in its path. I broke into a nervous sweat thinking about it.

So, while the others exchanged banter, I hand-combed my hair in an attempt to distract myself from my panicked thoughts. It was frayed and filthy from a week without bathing.