The cold morning air beckoned him outside (WIP)

There was something off. Hopkins could feel it in the air as he tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep, but it was as if there was a weight on his chest that he couldn't shake off. He sat up. It was deathly silent, save for Nimoda's faint breathing as she slept crosslegged at her usual spot. If not for the singular lit brazier he would be blind in the darkness. He got up to take a walk outside. The night was at the awkward phase between seasons, where one would sweat under their covers, and yet the air was uncaringly chilly, especially for someone who grew accustomed to the summer.

{if a palisade = true}It was still strange to Hopkins to see the village surrounded by walls. Somehow, while he couldn't lie and say that they didn't make him feel at least a little more secure, he felt more... alone than before. Even in the pitch darkness of night, he would still be able to make out the huts of the other villagers stretching outwards from the village, but now he couldn't.{elseif s palisade = true}It was still strange to Hopkins to see the village surrounded by walls. Somehow, while he couldn't lie and say that they didn't make him feel at least a little more secure, he felt more... alone than before. Even in the pitch darkness of night, he would still be able to make out the huts of the other villagers stretching outwards from the village, but now he couldn't.{else}Hopkins stood outside the hut breathing in deep. He felt reinvigorated. Though perhaps there was time to set up walls around the village, he almost felt glad he hadn't. He always felt better after looking across to see all the huts and tents of the other villagers; it felt good to have such a good community of people. It made his heart grow peacefull knowing that at the end of it all, he was the protector of this village.{endif}

{if tower = true}A loud blow of the war-horn shattered the quiet tranquility. Hopkins's heart sunk. A goblin caled out from above in the tower.

"UNDER ATTACK! ENEMY!"

He climbed to a better vantage point; sure enough, far to the south in the marsh he could see dozens of torches, like the embers scattered by an open flame into the dirt. It was without a doubt that they were on their way to the village, and with speed too!

"Arms! Arms!" he screamed, "To arms!"

At that moment all he could think about was what a good idea it was to build this tower.{else}A loud war-horn shattered the quiet tranquillity. {name's hear sunk. It was not a goblin war-horn. He climbed swiftly to a better vantage point; sure enough, just south of the village he could see dozens of torches, like embers of an open flame crackling into the dirt. They were just a short distance away from the village.

"UNDER ATTACK!" he screamed, "To arms! Enemy in village!"{endif}