Dasmira seethed, her teeth grinding together sharply though she appeared perfectly normal otherwise. Her [i]gold[/i], her [i]treasure[/i], had been found and by such an old incapable man! The blonde gave him a glare that he just missed whilst walking out the door. Finally, her mind turned back to the task at hand; after all, [i]she could get her revenge later[/i]. 

It took a short amount of time to reach the Keep, and as the daunting structure grew nearer, chills swept up the thief’s spine. Life was absent in the form of walking organisms, but overgrown plants crawled across everything and her feet snagged on weeds every few seconds. She made small, light comments on their way to the Keep to her companions, hoping to warm them up to her. However, she had yet to even give so much as a name to them and hoped to keep it that way. Names brought trouble, typically, and even more so when it was her name being spoken. It only meant more would know of her once she screwed them over.

The elven-man hybrid, Serkan, surveyed their surroundings and reported his findings that Dasmira completely ignored. She was more interested in secretly raking her eyes up and down the skeletons in hopes of discovering something valuable. Every now and then, she would quickly snatch something shiny from a pocket, but no one saw her and she inwardly smirked at her sheer awesomeness. Though she could feel too smug and did not want anyone to pick up on the confident vibes, so she made a small pathetic whimper.
“I’m afraid to admit that I’m scared.” She whispered thickly, pretending as if she was speaking to herself though she made sure at least one other would hear the small comment.