Impediments

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"A-are you sure about this… Miss elf…?"

"Quite."

Merethyl and the new gang of demi-humans proceeded through the dim and damp walkways of the sewer. The only source of light guiding their way was a torch which the group of demi-humans took from the dungeon they were held in.

"… How are we supposed to escape the next time?" Krag asked with a glare. "Last time we escaped, which wasn't a few minutes ago I might add, shit was going down."

Merethyl glanced at the demi-human who offered a valid point towards their problem.

'I mean, he's not wrong…' Merethyl brought her gaze back forwards, the dim walkways gracing her vision.

Krag wasn't the only one who was anxious about going back towards the place they tried to escape.

Through the cacophony of voices, which was composed of only two voices, Merethyl gave both of the offending demi-humans a glare to shut them up.