Several hours passed, and once I made sure that both of them were sound asleep, I took out some of the leftover sandweaver corpses from my spatial storage. I then summoned the duskwraith and handed him the carcasses, who then proceeded to use Shroud and run off into the distance.
After that, I waited quietly, my mind focusing on two places at the same time.
It was almost the end of my shift when I saw some movement over the horizon, but I didn't move. Instead, I waited, watching from two perspectives as the Duskwraith walked closer to me and handed me a bottle filled to the brim with some kind of transparent liquid.
"These will have to do," I muttered silently, carefully looking at the bottle and placing it carefully in my pocket alongside another bottle.
My work was done for tonight, and my shift was almost over, so I stood up from my seat, dismissed duskwraith, and began walking over to the tent.
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