Visual prompt.
It was another quiet night, one out of a thousand, but this one seemed different somehow. Two pairs of eyes, one glowing green in the darkness and the other glowing red, stared up at the cloud-covered sky. The moon was barely visible, but the clouds moved swiftly, and they were blown aside by some wind high above the ground, and the moon shone an almost sickly shade of yellow for a minute before clouds blew back over to cover it once more.
"S'almost enough to make me wanna stay out here all the time." the halfling mused, lying on his back in the soft grass with his hands clasped behind his head. His eyes glowed red in the darkness thanks to his heat-sensing infravision, and otherwise his features were fairly plain. A bandanna sat at a rakish angle on his head, and he was clothed in the sandy colored shirt, pants, and cloak that marked him as an outrider, a scout who went ahead and around the caravan to spot danger and warn the caravan before it reached them.
His job didn't include lying in the grass near his mastiff-dog mount and watching the moon, but it was what he spent most of these evenings doing anyway. There hadn't been any danger in weeks, and they were right near a trade road, so he was sure that no one would come near in hopes of attacking the caravan.
(Eh, I've got to get off now, but I'll finish this later.)
Sleepy Snake rolled 1 100-sided dice:
55
Total: 55 (1-100)
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