Bloober’s large eyes were set on the dark silhouette, beside a glooming structure, elevating a couple hundred yards ahead. The dust-filled wind played with his dark leather cloak as his green bulbous body slid over the rough surface, leaving a trail of thick sludge behind.
Seen, heard, felt anything, scout?
Sahaen’s telepathic question popped up in his head like a vague thought.
Sound detected, approaching objects’, report follow.