The crackling of fire...
Soft ambience that radiated warmth. And yet, a pervading chill surrounded the glow.
Off to the side, a few meters away from the gathered others, Garrick and Fallow engaged in hushed conversation, their gazes sometimes drifting over in the direction of the fire.
One could tell they were busy considering what to make of their current predicament.
Nero shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wondering what defiled god he had offended to end up in such a strange situation.
The atmosphere around the fire was incredibly tense. So tense, the Silver Blade resting on the log beside him could actually cut it.
The tension was, in part due to Aisha's death glare from across the firepit. If stares could kill, he was shee he would have been murdered ten times over already.
However, most of his discomfort came from the woman seated right beside him— one of the twins with the heavy makeup. The more outgoing one.
Nero shuddered as he felt her move in closer.
