The old worn down stone house was the result of war, long abandoned and unloved. The woman looked up through the roofless home into the night, stars being another source of light. Loud crunching surrounded her, the others in the group looked around. They were here for something, she wasnt told what, not that it mattered. She was here to do a job and get her gold, plan and simple. The young girl stood next to her, barely above the tall woman’s hip, hand tightly gripping at her tunic. Children were often scared of the dark but she knew this child loved it making her question the small quivering child. She watches her slowly let go and meet the others she begins to move debris, small pieces almost the size of her.

“How the hell are we supposed to find anything,” a young archer complains, lucas. He was always impatient, shooting before thinking. Craved the split second choice making.

“Just keep looking around” the gruff voice came from the other side. Marco, the “leader,” or so she called him despite the complaints. He kept everyone in check and got most Of their jobs, thus he’d be the leader.

Lucas begins to rip panels off of the walls. Aggravation among others things driving him. The rest just watch, they had given up minutes ago. Then a particularly panel reveals a hole in the thick concrete, child size. They all look towards the young girl.

“Absolutely not,” the woman steps in, grabbing the child by the back of the shirt. “We have no idea what’s behind there”

The young girl shrugs her off.

“I’ll do it.” She acts faster than the woman, squeezing herself into the hole. There’s a lot of shuffling, the other room probably just as run down as the current one. Until minutes pass, the woman starts towards the hole, great sword in hand until the young girl’s head pokes out, smile bright yet she’s covered in crimson.

“I’m fine, the blood isn’t mine”