Brief Awakening

When Balar finally came round from his root induced trip the evening was wearing on and a full moon rose high into the dark night sky. The old warrior felt like his throat was lined with razor blades and his head was fit to burst like an over ripe melon.

He steadied his groggy vision to find Dimm sitting close by and shared a wry smile with the Dwarf.

"Thanks for that." he half coughed, half spoke.

He saw Tiella was sleeping nearby and shuffled closer to where she lay. Gently he brushed her hear from where it had fallen over her eyes. The effects of the root still burning on the fringes of his consciousness he slipped then into a more mundane sleep, and hopefully less traumatic dreams.

The sound of the nearby ocean filled his mind as he drifted into unconsciousness and for the first time in days he felt relatively safe. A peace even.

Had he been able to see the myriad of eyes watching the small group from the edges of the darkness he would have felt no such thing.