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Cover of Darkness



It was Teba who alerted Djeru of the impending danger. 

After riding past the sorry excuse for a tavern that was the Forsaken Inn, he had decided to make his own encampment just off of the road a few minutes ride ahead. He had set his bedroll beneath the only boughed tree he could find, and had started a small fire to keep warm while he slept. All things he was accustomed to doing. 

However, partway through the night, his hound gave a low growl. The two were lying next to one another in the bedroll, and so Djeru could feel the deep vibration the best gave off against his own back. Alerted by his companion's keen danger sense, he reached for his nearest weapon: his deadly curved scimitar, and extended his senses into the surrounding darkness. The fire was merely warm coals, now, allowing for Djeru to have some sense of what was going on around him, without being blinded by firelight. 

As he watched, a dark figure crept its way cross the road. It was crouched and gangly, clad in poorly fitting rags and holding onto a crude sword. Djeru swore in his native tongue, and began to pull himself free of his warm bedroll. He reached for the crossbow that was perched against the trunk of his cover tree, and put a bolt in place. Tracking his target, and letting out a confident breath, he squeezed the trigger and sent the bolt flying. The projectile hit its mark and the creature slumped dead in the night.

Just as the young man began to wonder wether one of the goblin's fellows would chance upon his corpse and wonder what had come upon him, there was a sudden scuffling of paws on dry grass, and Teba suddenly gave a quiet whimper. Djeru suddenly went stock still. 

A fully grown warg, massive and powerful, with gnarly grey fur and horrible teeth, came barreling into the clear from its hiding place stalking the tall grass. It snatched up it's chance meal in its jaws, and took off towards the next patch of grass. It seemed that he and Djeru had a mutual need that night, and so neither of them would have to die.

Good for them, thought Djeru.

Not as good for the goblin.