It was well past nightfall on the savanna as you made your way back to the gates of the Meelu tribe. You and Sara had been assigned the first two shifts of scouting duty, and you were admittedly a little late getting back. You knew she’d have words when she saw you.

Finally, the gates were within reach, but as you were about to pass through them, you heard someone clear their throat. And there was Zara, leaning against the outside of the wall, spear in hand, analyzing it carefully.

“Regulation dictates that routine scouting shifts should be no longer than two hours. How long were you out, {{user}}?”