<div class="floatright">(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/2125/duskq.jpg)</div><br/>Not far from the town, partially covered from view by the jagged and unforgiving rocks, the Abyssal Exalt snapped awake from her slumber with the echoing scream from her nightmare still fresh in her mind.  She wasn't good at hiding, and rarely did she make any serious attempt to do so, but she preferred a small amount of cover when she deigned to make some attempt at rest.<br/><br/>It didn't take long to spot a small bowl of rice, left out for her no doubt by one of the other villagers.  She scooped up the bowl in silence, peeking out from behind the cover to check for any oncoming demons.  So far, she hadn't been able to determine any rhyme or reason to their attack patterns, but a full degree of randomness was to be expected.<br/><br/>It didn't take her long to finish the bowl and leave it upon the ground, standing up once more and moving to a better location from which she could watch.  Unslinging the great goremaul from her back, she let one of the twin skull faces smash down upon the stone, fracturing into a cobweb pattern and providing a small stand from which she could leave the weapon to instantly grab as necessary.<br/><br/>Her ready gaze never once looked back towards Three Tombs Court.  One hand clutched the weapon as her superheavy plate soaked in the sunlight, absorbing the warmth and light like a deep hole that swallowed such meager joy into an unending pit of darkness.  More demons would come soon enough.  She didn't have the patience of Death, but she could wait long enough for that.  If she had any other pressing issues that needed to be dealt with, she hadn't shown them during her time in this area.