Fireside

- Dalen Woodland-Bandit Camp, Night of 1 DSTR –

Sighing he smiled at Kalena, he did not know if her use of the terms and titles was just to rib him or were because she felt she had to. When she suggested that they share the tent he looked over at it. He had stepped outside when he spoke about sleeping outside. It felt easier to be outside then so close. How long had it been since he had spent any time alone with a woman? He could not remember. He was worried it might show.

The tent was large enough for five or six people, it was made of a sturdy traveling canvas. It was a war tent, he knew that, the color was once a crimson but now had faded to a near pink. The entrance was open a bit, but he saw it could be closed fully.

The bedrolls of the other men were scattered about, and only a few were still in the tent. They had rifled through everything pretty well. The fire was just glowing coals in the dark and the tent was illuminated by the lantern inside.

He turned when he heard the tune and saw the bobbing of the lantern in the dark. When the man spoke he nodded in return. “No trouble, just need to get it rekindled.” Kline said. “I am Kline, and this is Kalena. You are welcome to spend the night, if we could have your name. How did you come on this camp, and why are you out in this forest so late?”

Kline asked and looked at Kalena. His worry was clear, this could be an agent of those who planned this. For him to show up so late, and look so well. Kline did not know a lot about a lot, but he could see a person who was a fighter, and this man moved like one. He stepping was sure, even the placement of his feet and the distance he stopped from them all betrayed his ability that was second nature to him.

“I will get us some wood. Kalena can show you in the tent.”