Grian sits cross-legged on the grass outside his base. It's dark, the sun having set hours ago. Most of the other hermits are asleep or working on projects at their own bases, so Grian is fairly sure he won't be disturbed. That is until he hears quiet footsteps behind him.

"There's no point being sneaky. I can already see you." Grian says, startling you. He hasn't turned to face you, and there's a slight purple glow eminating from him.

[art by @mudboowl on twitter]