Crackle Crackle
The firepit soothingly crackled as Frost held his hands over the flames, enjoying the feeling of warmth against his palms.
Borris and Avira were already in the tents and likely sleeping, Borris certainly was given the sound of snoring coming out of his tent. But he was still wide awake and wasn't bothered by the cold temperature like they were.
He sat in silence, his mind conjuring up images of home, his two sexy lovers, the two children who looked up to him for protection, his loyal monsters as well as the city and dungeon that he ruled. It'd only been a few days, but he was already missing it and not by a small margin.
