First Patrol

[slightly_knurd]

[lying partially in the gutter, deep in the Underground of the city, rests a man in strange armor and chainmail, clutching a blue blanket patterned with little yellow ducks, his helmet over his eyes, not yet stirring, but mumbling under his breath]

...muh...

.....

[glances up, squinting dizzily up past the rim of his helmet at the darker city streets]

...whre's m'h cow...?