Eliron and his cohort sat under a large oak tree, the sky alit with stars that shone like ornaments of gold.
It was one of the things he loved about this world. Unlike Earth, which had white stars, in this world, occasionally the stars gave off a golden light, bathing the world in its splendour.
Artie and Yennefer had been chatting beside the fire, Yen laughing as Artie shared their adventures, when the other hunters joined in with stories of their past.
When you had centuries under your belt, then your mind was often flooded with far too many stories.
Currently, one of the older hunters was standing next to the fire, a cup of herbal tea in one hand and dried meat in the other, as he recited his tale.
"There was a time me and the boys wandered into the forest alone, chasing after a squirrel that had wandered into the forest."
He chuckled as he glanced at Ash, the latter looking away in embarrassment.
