Alden sat on a grey, withered log, flipping a skewer of roasted meat.
Reflected in his sole eye, the fire crackled, shadows dancing and scurrying.
Drops of fat sizzled as they dripped onto the fire. The tantalising smell of grilled leopard enveloped the camp, causing not only Alden's stomach to rumble, but also that of several others as well.
He hid a smile.
Closing his eye, Alden allowed himself a few moments to relax.
He wasn't worried about any abominations stumbling across their camp thanks to several Runic Items the Stonewardens had activated. One of the stone disks isolated them from the world, encompassing them in a small, hidden dimension. Another masked their presence while the third created an invisible barrier to ward off any potential threats once the first Runic Item had been removed.
