[It’s an ancient stone temple, worn and run-down by the passage of time, corridors vast but relatively empty. It makes him feel small, much like all these old and hallowed structures often do, so it’s all the more liberating to know he can quit this place as soon as he finds the treasure nestled within. The leather sheath of his dagger lightly bumps his hip with each step, and Erik is acutely aware of its presence, not knowing what could be waiting around any given corner.
So far so good, though. No scuffling of monsters, no rival thieves or nosy adventurers threatening to get in his way — not yet, at least. According to the local rumors, this temple of the ancient past was sprawling and many-roomed (and cursed), and Erik doesn’t doubt that’ll mean trouble one way or another. Either he stumbles across it first, or it comes looking for him.
A few winding corridors later, a few dusty rooms, and he thinks he might have found it.
Trouble, that is. He hears the echoing footsteps of someone else, and just ahead, the shape of a young girl comes into view, unfamiliar to him. Well— what to do? If she’s competition, then there’s no point in sneaking about; she’s probably heard his own muffled footsteps encroaching, so he calls out—]
no subject
So far so good, though. No scuffling of monsters, no rival thieves or nosy adventurers threatening to get in his way — not yet, at least. According to the local rumors, this temple of the ancient past was sprawling and many-roomed (and cursed), and Erik doesn’t doubt that’ll mean trouble one way or another. Either he stumbles across it first, or it comes looking for him.
A few winding corridors later, a few dusty rooms, and he thinks he might have found it.
Trouble, that is. He hears the echoing footsteps of someone else, and just ahead, the shape of a young girl comes into view, unfamiliar to him. Well— what to do? If she’s competition, then there’s no point in sneaking about; she’s probably heard his own muffled footsteps encroaching, so he calls out—]
...You lost or something?