Chapter 110: 110- That Campfire Pt.3

Sarda, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 39th day of Fall, Arenfall

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After that little scene, the men sat down silently and stared blankly at the campfire; unmoving. The dwarf threw stones at the fire, while the beastman cracked his knuckles; exhaling rapidly as his foot jerked with anticipation for tomorrow's activities.

Adaloun awkwardly sat there doing nothing as both of his comrades did their anxious quirks as they waited for the elf to return—or will she ever return? He certainly hoped that she did. This was the first time in a long time that they had a campfire session again, but everything seemed to be off.

Somehow someone had to break the ice. The chilling silence did not go well with the cold breeze blowing that night. The campfire felt so empty and too quiet.

"Ummm…How are the weapons going?" Adaloun finally had the heart to speak.