Heads swivel toward the noise. Timid in the light of the fire, several grey faces, low to the ground. At the centre of the clutch of humanoids, the princess the gang had rescued, and with her, Old Mossy, explorer extraordinaire. When the gang recognizes them, they let their guards down — just a fraction.
“Any luck in there?” Old Mossy says.
Sardonically, Cang says, “I found some gems.”
Old Mossy gives a start of surprise. “Really?”
“No, not really,” Cang replies with a huff.
“What brings you?” Abia asks the group.
A creepy grin worms its way across Old Mossy’s face.