A high-pitched gasp acts as prelude to the tent’s occupant folding in on himself like a jackknife, immediately throwing out his hand to cast a little glowing barrier around his bedroll.
“What the fuck,” he squeaks, whispering only because he can’t seem to find his voice.
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A high-pitched gasp acts as prelude to the tent’s occupant folding in on himself like a jackknife, immediately throwing out his hand to cast a little glowing barrier around his bedroll.
“What the fuck,” he squeaks, whispering only because he can’t seem to find his voice.