Urgon peered out from behind the tree. Off in the distance, he could make out a campfire, a crude affair made from green wood and leaves, sending a plume of thick smoke skyward.
Clearly, whoever it was, lacked experience in such matters, so he watched, waiting for its owner to emerge from the lean-to that sat nearby.
He thought back to Zhura and their own primitive lodgings. They had come to the hills a couple of ten-days ago, determined to keep an eye on the village. They had encountered little, save for wildlife, but now he wondered if their luck had not just run out.
He spotted movement, and then a figure emerged from the lean-to. Urgon chuckled as he recognized young Gorath, although perhaps young was no longer the case, for it appeared his protégé was undergoing his ordeal.
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