@GoblinFae It was dangerous to be here. Jaks knew that. A little bemused over the fact he'd been warned that 'Fell is dangerous, make sure you don't have any mages with you.' A scoff and a roll of his eyes had been his answer to
that. No shit Fell was dangerous. Everywhere was dangerous if you didn't have a group of people with you.
At least they were here though, camp was set up, they were getting ready to go some serious scavenging and digging and Jaks had always had his little exciment dance in his head. Back in his element. Away from society. Away from
people. With distaste he recalled the
other person that got hired along with him and the modest crew. His partner for the trip. A wrinkle of his delicate nose while he lit the lamp he'd pulled outside his tent. Just thinking of her left an annoyed taste in his mouth.
He was sure that's what annoyance tasted like.
Her.
Jaks sharpened his doodling tool. Or rather, he went to sharpen it before he realized he'd left his knife in the tent. A scoff, his sketchbook placed on the ground beside the tent - the first few pages were dog eared together, to keep them from flipping to those pages accidentally- and he crawled back in for the knife. The flap fell closed and he contemplated for a few moments if he
really wanted to bring it back out or if he wanted to just draw until it was all one big dark charcoal-y mess.
And out with the knife Jaks went, blowing hair from his face and frowning at how the lamp had moved a little to the left when he knew he didn't do it. The moon wasn't playing tricks on his sight so he cast a quick look around, frowning at anything outside the ring of light. Someone had been touching his things.
Delicately, Jaks placed it to where it had been and went about sharpening his drawing tool. Still looking up to glare at nothing.