Offer
Deep within the suffocating embrace of the cave, Volk crouched low against the uneven stone floor
The air was damp, thick with the earthy tang of moss and moisture.
Faint streaks of light danced from cracks in the ceiling, illuminating jagged walls that seemed to close in with every passing moment.
The distant drip, drip, drip of water echoed endlessly, each droplet a subtle reminder of the oppressive silence that had settled over his horde.
Shadows loomed large, flickering and twisting like specters as the dim light hit the cavern's stalactites.
Volk's sharp crimson eyes pierced through the gloom, watching the faint movements of the harpies far ahead.
They flitted in and out of view, their silhouettes sharp against the sparse light. Wings fluttered softly, producing faint whoosh, whoosh sounds that carried through the otherwise still cavern.
The harpies weren't in any rush.