Thread:Enddayss/@comment-43788761-20191015010736/@comment-43788761-20191015231811

I squint. Night vision has always been one of my great failings, and it doesn't help that I'm almost certain there's... something here with me. Oh, to the Furies with it. I'll use a match. I fumble in the dark amongst my pouches and take out a match, striking it against one of my claws. A wan, flickering light illuminates the space around me.