As dusk turned the sky to shades of deep purple and the forest whispered secrets only the night knew, the campfire crackled and popped, casting a warm glow on the faces gathered around it. Dick, having settled Risa and Mary into the camp for a well-deserved rest, turned his attention to the little Dragonoid Goblin imp, entrusting it with the safety of their perimeter. It was a silent promise of vigilance against the unseen dangers that lurked beyond the light's reach.
"Master, might I have the honor of serving you tonight?" Mary's voice, hopeful yet tinged with the memory of the previous night's unfinished vigil due to a wolf's interruption, cut through the evening's peace. She sought to distract herself and, perhaps, to offer comfort in the only way she knew how, ignoring Risa's introspective gaze into the flames.