[Dilandau had come out armed and ready for trouble, but the the campfire had already started burning by the time he came to the centre and he immediately gravitated towards the one constant familiar between this world and his.
Currently he's squatting as near to the flames as he can stand, watching them with wide, fascinated eyes, his hand lax around his sword hilt.]
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Currently he's squatting as near to the flames as he can stand, watching them with wide, fascinated eyes, his hand lax around his sword hilt.]