The night rain, like melted black oil, flowed over the watchtower, washing the metal-reinforced structure and gathering into a turbid stream in the grooves.
The Jackal Wolfman Knight was soaked, biting on half a pickled lizard tail, its yellow-brown pupils narrowed to a thin line.
Its hyena mount, Ironfang, was scratching its ear with a hind leg, the chain-woven saddle clinking with the movement.
"It seems something is approaching."
The kobold sentry on the watchtower gazed into the distance and said uncertainly.
"Bet you a white crystal coin, your broken telescope again caught a ground lizard and mistook it for an enemy attack."
The Jackal Wolfman Knight kicked the ogre guard beside him.
As for the white crystal coin he mentioned.
