Deepwood Weald periodic table of the (chemical) elements

The journey to the weald had brought Lycabas down a peg or two. The thiefling had not been very happy of late, with his schedule thrown off alongside all the unwanted sun exposure. His eyes adjusted much quicker these days, but he still didn't like it all the same. It was taking a great deal of effort to revert back to his active nights and groggy days.

This night was one that saw him (mostly) restored. Plucking himself from between his siblings, he paused to look down at @Melaneus.

Is he awake? Maybe not...

Having made up his mind to venture into the night with or without the shadowstalker, Lycabas tiptoed out of the den and started snuffling about for a lead to follow into the pleasantly dark woods.