Vance waits under the orange, swinging light of a lantern; still, eyes cast strange to the dirt. His shoulder curls as a startled cat — doesn't uncoil. He stands frozen, with no alarm in sight.
No healers, either. Thank fuck. Seems there's still some turnover on the night shift (or just fewer brawls in the middle of it). They've a little time, at least, before being nagged into their graves. ]
spongebob voice: one hour later
Vance waits under the orange, swinging light of a lantern; still, eyes cast strange to the dirt. His shoulder curls as a startled cat — doesn't uncoil. He stands frozen, with no alarm in sight.
No healers, either. Thank fuck. Seems there's still some turnover on the night shift (or just fewer brawls in the middle of it). They've a little time, at least, before being nagged into their graves. ]