Strongest Among the Heavens

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."

"Yeah, monsters don’t attack in the daytime," another Yumbo from the intersecting group added.

’Figured as much. The hidden objective mentioned this being night zero. In other words, this is likely a nightly defensive type mission.’

Kazi nodded. "Perfect. Then we can stop here."

He was met with sighs of relief. The Yumboes went to their homes while Kazi went to the one straw home where he sensed the players. Through the thin walls, he heard an argument. He opened the door and his eyes fell upon Jackson and Sylvia, locked in a heated argument that seemed on the verge of boiling over. Sylvia’s hoarse voice cut through the air as she gestured wildly at her beige trench coat, which was drenched.

"I told you, it was an accident!" Sylvia exclaimed. "Why would I purposely spill it?"

Jackson’s southern drawl was unrestrained with annoyance as he retorted, "Accident or not, you ruined my shirt, ma’am!" Sleeves rolled up, his buffalo plaid shirt was drenched on the abdomen. "And! That was my drink you spilled!"

"Then it’s not my fault," Sylvia replied.