Gryphons in Greenden
You've been weighing the decision in your mind, and the heavy end falls in favor of safety. "We're in enemy territory, Erric," you tell your friend. "I think light discipline would be wise."
He grumbles a little. "Of course you know what's wise."
You roll out your groundsheet and smile inwardly at Erric's grousing and grumbling from the other side of the clearing. You close your eyes and shiver a little, regretting a little bit the decision for no fire. But still, you know that Red Guards patrol this area, in their blood-red uniforms from head-to-toe. Red helms, red breastplates, red tunics and trews, red boots. When you were a child in a border town, the Red Guards were the demons of your nightmares.
Eventually, your body stops shivering and sleep overtakes you.
He grumbles a little. "Of course you know what's wise."
You roll out your groundsheet and smile inwardly at Erric's grousing and grumbling from the other side of the clearing. You close your eyes and shiver a little, regretting a little bit the decision for no fire. But still, you know that Red Guards patrol this area, in their blood-red uniforms from head-to-toe. Red helms, red breastplates, red tunics and trews, red boots. When you were a child in a border town, the Red Guards were the demons of your nightmares.
Eventually, your body stops shivering and sleep overtakes you.