Night Watch Sigil

I withdrew from the defensive perimeter to conclude tonight's campaign behind the encyclopedia. Resting flat on the varnished plank was a discarded bronze metal split ring and an intact red plastic shirt button. Planting my boots firmly into the timber grain, I aligned the bronze ring flat against the book's lower binding using my green right hand. With my gray left claw, I pressed the red button squarely into the center hole of the metal loop until the plastic snapped flush against the wood. In the dim room ambient, the crimson core stood out like a fortified imperial seal. High ground remains under absolute control.