She couldn't believe they'd talked her into returning back to this hell. But they needed and escape plan.
The tunnel was damp and cold, its jagged walls slick with seawater. Emery's torch flickered as she led the way, her steps careful on the uneven ground.
Pirates were no joke and she definitely did not want to be in their territory. But they'd been doing so for weeks now.
How unlucky was she to be the one stuck in this part when her sisters were getting better deals like Pawlisa or Orgaia, she groaned in annoyance.
Behind her, Lir carried their supplies of blood demon parts for dinner, his bow slung over one shoulder.
Tyr brought up the rear, whistling softly despite the oppressive darkness. If she had to eat another insect for dinner she would literally regurgitate like and animal just to spit it out.
She missed the boar Tyr had brought home days ago. But unfortunately it was a rare catch on the island. And it genuinely saddened her.
