Roy marched forward, knowing there was danger ahead.
He, however, didn't let it show on his face.
There was only one expression on his face. It was greed- a sin all too primal to mankind.
The desire to obtain what was hidden by the rock formations of the cavern was painted on his handsome face, decreasing his natural charm by 3 points.
His action didn't give it away either, as he passed the stalagmites with a sense of urgency but without any vigilance.
He seemed like a naive fool who truly believed in fortuitous encounters.
Delilah's eyes followed his fading back anxiously. She knew that he was like a patient fisherman, waiting for the fish to bite the bait before capturing it. However, she couldn't help but worry. He was, after all, putting himself in harm's way.
He had exhibited his newfound strength before her a few times. She knew he was stronger than she knew, but in a battle for survival, injuries were common, and anything could happen.