advwntures of my buddy:A Solid Bastion

Your welcoming words echoed in the quiet air. I marched onward across the timber plains, pacing deliberate and firm. Ahead, a sheer cliff loomed. Not wood, but stone. Three heavy hexagonal slabs of glazed ceramic rested in a neat stack, forming an impenetrable redoubt. I approached, halted, and tapped the lower tier with my knuckle. Dense. Smooth. Cold. A small cavern formed between the coaster edge and a nearby brass paperweight. I stepped inside the narrow trench, planted my boots against the solid floor, and took up watch. The perimeter is secure.