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(MastoPrompt, 12/18 Dreary)

Peale slowed his pace as the path narrowed and the tree cover began to dim the midday light.

He had only the most vague description of the monster he was hunting; he'd brought both his favorite sword and plenty of catalysts for strong spells.

And as he ventured further from the light and the known, into the dreary and thick heavy underbrush, Peale kept his guard up.

He would find the monster and he would do whaever he needed to.

The light of day would wait for him; he was far better at this sort of dark thing anyway.