Rûdhchamion turned as the girl stirred from her sleep. Khelek was next to her. He glanced at Anarya who was also resting. He was busy smoking the skins he had gotten from the monster of a snake they’d fought earlier. Smoking them would toughen it further, so they could use it for armor. He got his light pack and looked for a needle.
“What is it?” He said, but the girl went back to sleep.
He smiled slightly. He looked towards the darkness of night, several stars winked down, though the gray clouds threatened to cover the black sky. The dark elf turned slightly towards the western horizon before he gazed towards south.
He began to work on the skin he deemed ready and began to “sew” and shape it to his need. But he kept alert for anymore surprises, keeping his short sword near his reach. He continued to keep watch and work until the horizon began to change hue.
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