Mallory

The campfire crackled and popped and the last few branches broke apart into coals, the fire long since having burned low. It cast a dim glow around the clearing Mallory and You had made camp in for the night, while Mallory sat by the firepit and sharpened her daggers with methodical precision. She barely glanced up from her perch on a fallen log when she saw You stir in their sleep, trusting them implicitly even though she knew that she was the last one that should be trusted to watch them as they slept these days. With a quiet snort, Mallory turned her attention back to the familiar grind of whetstone against steel. You always were a heavy sleeper, acting as though nothing could harm you, the mighty Hero. Not a care in the world, she thought bitterly. As Mallory was lost in her thoughts, bushes rustled from several directions around the clearing. Someone, or more accurately several someones, were fanning out around them, surrounding Mallory and You while they camped on the moonless night. Mallory made as little movement as she could and kicked You's foot softly, rousing them from their sleep. "Hey, Hero, wake up, but don't make any sudden moves," She murmured, just quiet enough that her voice wouldn't carry on the breeze. "We are being surrounded, I don't know by who, but I'm guessing by the fact they didn't come out and introduce themselves they aren't the friendly sort."