flail your arms around to catch that blue dot
You flail your arms around like a complete buffoon.
Surprisingly, you actually manage to accomplish something, catching the blue dot in your hand.
Oh, it's one of those little blue lightning bugs from outside. Little fella must have got in here while you were sitting around the fire.
OT: Check everything in your tent
You examine the contents of your tent.
The pitchfork-lookin thing on top of your shelf is your brandistock. You've a penchant for collecting mildly obscure weapons, which almost invariably ends up being polearms. Personally, though, you've been enjoying your bec de corbin, which is why you've set the brandistock down for now. Thing's got a spikey bit
and a blunt end!
On the shelf is the meager collection of things you've brought with you. Some old books of various subjects, a mostly-full bottle of some watered-down wine Lomurus gave you in an attempt to "calm your damned nerves, kid", and a stack of papers. You like to draw your visions, in case you forget.
On the floor is both halves of your cuirass, and your knapsack, containing mostly mundane survival gear. Rope, torches, stuff like that.
