He could hear the faint sound of laughter filtering through the trees.
Shafts of sunlight poured through gaps in the canopy, but the air was strangely cold.
Robert thought back, brought up the map in his mind; there shouldn’t be people for miles.
He wandered into the nearest patch of light, glanced up, and confirmed what he expected: thunder clouds rolling in already.
A necromancer, and by the sounds of it, he’d brought a band of witches too.
Just when he needed an easy job.
Roberts sighed, gripped his sword a bit tighter, and jogged off into the gathering darkness.
[100 words]
My name is Skylance 