So, it was these two and Wilcar, then. The orator and dancer may’ve been more familiar to Stone in different lighting, in a different situation. Clearly, they were Thieves Guilders, else they wouldn’t be here. No need to get in a tizzy.
She was in front. It wouldn’t be so bad if it were her alone—though she couldn’t think of any possible reason why she’d go alone—but here she had people depending on her.
It wasn’t any different than taking care of her little brother. Or at least, that’s what she told herself; in reality, there are, of course, many differences to being a host on an adventuring team compared to taking care of a young boy.
Taking the map out of her pocket, she looked around, then back to the map, then back around again. It seems the map wasn’t drawn with exactness. However, it was easy enough to figure.
Looking back over the crew, who were surely becoming impatient at what must surely seem to be emotional wavering, the pale thief put back up the hood of her makeshift cloak and took off in an easterly direction.
It seemed as though all would go well, simply following the passages this way and that. However, Stone could not escape the feeling that something would be lurking in the darkness, and when it came to that, she knew she could not forget about her dagger of mythril silver.