Like Sand Slipping Through Fingers

Late at night Linkle finally awakened. She wasn't happy with what happened at the cave, after all, just setting everything for the excavation had taken her two weeks of quarrel with the council members. Greed had driven them mad as they lusted for something they didn't even understand, and while they and their families rested leisurely at their mansions, the ones left to do everything were Linkle and the slaves and the servants.

The contractor was there only to collect payment and to act as eyes for the councilmen so Linkle couldn't falsify the records about the extracted items. 

"I wanna poke his eyes in…" She muttered, sitting upright on the patient's table.

"Won't help," Raven responded from his chair in the corner.