Kazi circled the village, vigilant and alert. He possessed Magic Sensitivity, not some hyper specific magic sensing ability. He was more or less relying on his senses, intuition, and period usage of his future sight to discern potential issues. following close behind him were thirty small elves. By the first hour, the Yumboes were exhausted. They were dragging themselves out of sheer commitment. Tiny feet meant they had to jog to keep up with him. He suggested they split in half to cover better ground. The Yumboes agreed.
The sun was rising. The elves were panting and the warmth was not welcomed. They were already sweating under the moon, what was the sun going to do to them?
Kazi noticed and put a hand over his mouth to hide his smile. The splintered group of fifteen were coming close. Like always, they would intersect and report their findings.
"Nothing," said the leader of the pack. "Other than a flycatcher, there was nothing."
