Lukaku, the right hand of Chieftain Morgana, was currently staring at the haul behind him as he made a temporary camp for the night.
A bonfire crackled in the center of the clearing, its flames casting dancing shadows across the surrounding stones. The fire had been built large and hot, not for warmth but for visibility. In the darkness of the Lands of Stone, a bonfire was both beacon and barrier, drawing in those you wanted to find and warning away the beasts that prowled the night.
A few Flesh Awakening Warriors moved about the camp with the practiced efficiency of men who had done this many times before. They checked the perimeter, gathered additional fuel for the fire, and kept their weapons close at hand. None of them relaxed despite the apparent security of their position.
They knew better.
The Lands of Stone did not forgive complacency.
