Carl took the first watch as the Hobbits prepared to rest for the night. He had pulled on an extra sweater and had his cloak draped about him, hood up. His bow was in his hands, his daggers ready at his belt.
He built the fire up to a cheery blaze before stepping to the shadowy perimeter of its light. 'Better here, in the dark.' he thought. 'I can see who approaches as the light catches their eyes.'
Carl threw back his hood to give himself a better range of vision, and proceeded to walk the outskirts of the camp.
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