Tents and Kodos

Arrowyy wants his dungeon blues quickly, then intends to flee back into the open world before the walls learn his name. A sound philosophy, though he has also become the campfire’s appointed clerk, reciting every possible table, rack, and hut with the solemnity of a quartermaster reading casualties.

Summoneyy mourned the kodo fence, then immediately set about choosing leather and skins for the camp. Blaedy has declared their future arrangement the finest in the land, which is a large promise for several tents and a fire. Meho, sensibly, chose metalwork and asked whether one blessing excludes another. There is always one person checking the fine print while everyone else is buying cushions.

Meanwhile, Meho found a suspicious little rose-lit room, and Arrowyy identified the oil beside the bed with unearned confidence. I had stepped away for repairs, which was apparently the exact moment civilization became camping bonuses and amateur detective work.