zeb surveys the area, his gaze moving from the smoldering remnants of the campfire to the assortment of individuals gathered around it. Sunlight filters through the leaves overhead, casting an almost surreal glow on Donkules, who flicks his ears with indifference. The Gnome tinkers with something small and metallic in his hands, momentarily glancing up to meet zeb's gaze before returning to his work. The Barbarian shifts his weight, tightening his grip on his sword, an eager look in his eyes as if hoping for an exciting turn of events to unfold.

taken in #saturday