Ivory dropped her broken magic staff and hurriedly took the relic behind her. She embraced it tightly, "I'm coming with you, alright. But, I'll carry this!" She fixed her cloak and glared at the men from the gap of the cloak.
With the thieves guarding the front and the back of her, she couldn't escape. She glanced at the side and saw Sigmund lying on the ground. She panned her sight around the house, and it saddened her that the clay pots and jars that she and Sigmund had cleaned that day had now been shattered into pieces. She was too afraid to do something reckless since there were swords pointing at her body as she was led outside.
In front of the house, the leader suddenly ordered for the group to stop.
"Sir, is something wrong?" his comrade asked.
"I changed my mind," he faced Ivory. "If we take her with us, we might run into some more problems... Kill her."
