The Dig

Attempting to unearth her latest find, the Doctor felt a twinge in her back, and stood up to stretch. Despite her youth, the excavation was taking its toll on her body. The aches from yesterday’s work were still with her, building up with each passing hour. She shaded her eyes against the white glare of the sun and checked on the other members of her team. Everyone was present and accounted for, even the two Halflings, who were often difficult for her to spot in this gray, rocky landscape. Despite the sun, it wasn’t very hot out in this wasteland, but the shadows created by outcroppings and rocks made visibility difficult, so the danger of falling into a deep crevasse was very real.

“Message just come for you, Doctor,” said a gravelly voice.

She turned around to see the grizzled old warrior walking towards her. His frown did not discomfit her; she knew he was only concerned for her safety out among the rocks. As her bodyguard, he preferred that she stay inside. Of course, she couldn’t very well do that.

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