“No one dares give you the raspberry, yes?” Armend laughed as he saluted Armend before walking off behind Danica, eager to fill his stomach with what he could before the scene turned dark and rather tasteless dinners conquered their afternoons. 

	He slung the sword he retrieved across his back next to his rifle, and shifted in his armored suit a little as he walked, getting used to the increase in weight after his resupply. After a few steps everything seemed to fall and place, and his suit felt as home as a cotton blanket under the autumn moon, only this could actually keep night time monsters at bay. 

	A small creeped across his lips as he thought about how silly it would be fighting monsters with blankets, but how sillier it would be if it worked. Suddenly he was thinking about how one could fight with a blanket. Maybe as a distraction to catch the offenders off guard, or as a cushioned shield against blows when wrapped around the arm. 

	He snapped out of his thoughts suddenly, and his eyes blurred and fixed back onto reality. He coughed, “I vonder vhats for dinner.” He said trying to find something worth while to focus on.