"Be careful!" Theophania, the Fantasique woman, yelled. Her accent gave her an almost musical tone that helped punctuate her statement. Annora turned and gave a thumbs up.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. This is not my first dungeon, won't be my last." The warrior replied. Theophania puffed her lips and watched as Annora continued down the hallway. It was illuminated with a blue glow that allowed them to see around thirty to thirty-five feet down.
Annora was hired onto a tomb caravan, an organized party that was common around the southern portion of the continent. They'd race around the The White Desert, hitting as many tombs as they could before the month's end. And considering how expansive the entire desert was and how packed to the brim with ancient tombs, it was a lucrative venue. She was being paid around fifty gold pieces an hour, which was a bit on the cheaper side for a warrior such as her, but the artifact negotiations were fair.
Besides, she only really had to share the money with Theophania, Ezra, and Tallus. The guardsmen who protected the main caravan were paid scraps compared to them. They weren't to eager to see what was down any tomb. Annora whistled a tune while she headed down the corridor. She wasn't a rogue, but she was fairly competent after a two years of adventuring. She poked a arrow trap, smashed open an explosive rune, and nimbly went over a spiked pit. It was so far easy. Theophania, a druid, was right behind her.
Annora didn't have a team, but she did have people she enjoyed working with. Theophania was one of them, so she counted on her to tag any traps she didn't see when they reached the end of the corridor. Annora's nonchalance was punished soon enough, when she crossed a nearly invisible barrier. There was only a second of whirling wind before a wall came between her and Theophania.
"Hey! Shit. This isn't looking good." Annora spat. She swiftly came down onto the ground and began to scoot forward. She didn't see another wall come upwards, so she supposed it was some form of arrow gallery or darts range. Annora kept herself as small as possible while she made her way towards the far end of the corridor.
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