laughmaker
Some Random Derp
Llywelyn yawned, breaking the silence of night along with the crackling of his campfire. He had been traveling for some days in the company of a caravan of peddlers from Hasa like himself, making way for Banswara to trade their exotic goods. They had already crossed the kingdom's borders and were camping in a small clearing in the nearby woods. For the time, he was on watch duty, keeping an eye out for bandits or other miscreants who would steal from the peddlers. He couldn't sleep in peace anyway as he was put off ease after learning of recent events.
Earlier there had been discussion between some of the merchants regarding events in the city. The kingdom had began mustering Adept forces and soldiers a few days back in preparation of war. Though he had fought for most of his life, Llywelyn cringed at the thought of a full blown war spanning the continent. However, the tension he felt stemmed from more than just gossip.
The night was far too quiet. At this time, the nocturnal fauna would normally have made their presence known long ago, but their cries unaturally far and few in between. The air was heavy with the scent of smoke, and not just from the direction his own campfire. Llywelyn muddled over his thoughts. Maybe there was a wildfire recently, it would certainly explain the present circumstances. But if by any chance a person was responsible, this could spell out trouble... He sighed deeply I hope I'm just overthinking things.
Earlier there had been discussion between some of the merchants regarding events in the city. The kingdom had began mustering Adept forces and soldiers a few days back in preparation of war. Though he had fought for most of his life, Llywelyn cringed at the thought of a full blown war spanning the continent. However, the tension he felt stemmed from more than just gossip.
The night was far too quiet. At this time, the nocturnal fauna would normally have made their presence known long ago, but their cries unaturally far and few in between. The air was heavy with the scent of smoke, and not just from the direction his own campfire. Llywelyn muddled over his thoughts. Maybe there was a wildfire recently, it would certainly explain the present circumstances. But if by any chance a person was responsible, this could spell out trouble... He sighed deeply I hope I'm just overthinking things.