The campfire crackled in the darkness, throwing dancing shadows across the ancient stones while the team sat in various states of exhaustion around its warmth.
They made camp in the temple courtyard because sleeping in the jungle meant waking up inside something's stomach. The ruins offered walls, defensible positions, and the comforting presence of stone between them and whatever lurked in the trees. The pile of wood that used to be the Guardian Treant made excellent kindling.
Dante sat apart from the others, his back against a fallen column while he turned the Memory Fragment over in his hands. It looked like a shard of crystal, maybe three inches long, with swirling patterns inside that shifted when he tilted it toward the light.
"Are you going to stare at it all night, or are you going to use it?" Astrid asked through a mouthful of dried meat.
"I'm deciding."
"What's to decide? It's loot. You use loot."
