[Venturing too far along the tunnels alone is, Anthy knows, generally a bad idea - but she really does need some of those gems, and nothing bad has happened so far!
So she's not paying the least bit of attention as she kneels on the rough floor, humming gently to herself as Anthy carefully levers the tiny clover gems out of the rock with a butter knife. Her little wicker basket contains a small pile already, but apparently they're not enough.
She has not noticed, for example, the monster approaching behind her, all teeth and claws and growling. A frail girl, about to be set upon by a monster! A damsel in distress if ever there was one - surely there must be a hero around to rescue her?]