Marco shifted his eyes taking in the menageries verdant beauty.
“Wish I could go in,” he murmured “Too bad it’s filled with so many deadly animals.”
He spotted the howler monkey that had been waking him up every other night and cursed at it under his breath. Marco looked over at the staircase and noticed a bright reflection. He began to approach the staircase slowly, reaching instinctively for his daggers, he felt his hands brush against smooth cloth remembering that he left them in his pack. A silhouetted shadow slid from the staircase, the light from the lantern shining off the shortsword in its hands.
“What are you doing out here?” came Alex’s voice as the shadow slid the sword into a scabbard at its side
“Going for a walk,” he replied warily. “Why?”
“Page fiftysix of the rules,” Alex answered
“Wait, you read that,” asked Marco confused Who does that
“I had nothing better to do,” replied Alex
“Nothing better to do,” said Marco in disbelief “Anything is better than reading a twohundred or more page book about rules,”
“You’d be surprised,” he replied “Plus, it could come in handy,
“Really?” said marco doubtingly “Well, long as we’re here we might as well enjoy the view”
“Guess so” replied Alex.