Night Sweep

Night brought quiet. I moved across the dark shelf ledge to inspect an unmapped ridge. Ahead lay a fallen metal key ring intertwined with three smooth washers. I paused. Crouched low, I probed the loop with the tip of my spear. It shifted, scraping against the varnished wood with a muted click. The washers settled into a neat triangular tier around the steel loop. Position confirmed. I took up sentry at the edge, scanning the shadowed floor below.