Green moved through the balmy night, hands thrust into his pockets with his boots scuffing on cracked concrete and hard packed, dusty, earth. A bag with a shoulder strap bounced lightly at his hip. The lights of the city blossomed around him, but in this abandoned part of the city, the darkness was an oasis: open ground scoured clean in preparation for new building work. The mountain suspected, rather than felt or saw, the huddled homeless and other transients. He trusted his size and girth to keep the overly curious at bay and he was certain his Gargoyle friend could sneak through the open space with ease.
Times like this he enjoyed the darkness. There was a sense of peace that he liked and the shadows seemed to make what he saw crisper and sharper. The night obscured what was unimportant and bought out the few things of importance. The darkness gave him and his associate cover - out here, they would be perceived as na'er do wells sealing a deal rather than motley mates catching up. Out here among the ruins, a stranger would have no reason to draw near, as they could in a bar or out in a park. They were anonymous night folk and nothing more. And if Gregory didn't want to stand around all they had to do was walk...
Finding a spot suitable to his purpose, the mountain stopped and did a lazy 360, moving ponderously from one foot to the next as he turned.
Heat radiated from the shattered concrete that had once been a floor. Looking down at the bone dry ground, Green grunted. When would the endless summer end?
Vassagon Gregory