The caves were dark and gloomy, not to mention quiet as no one made a move to start a conversation. Amber's face was sullen, absent, with her chin in her palm as she stared at everyone.
They stood like statues, glaring at each other like toddlers after a toy. Amber stood between them and sighed, "We're already here, might as well just say something, come Ambrose...Connor?" She shrugged and her eyes then fell on Arsan, "Arsan?!"
"Ekon, please help me out here."
A troll stepped forward and stalked over them, "They have to lower their weapons."
"You lower yours first." Connor attempted to go chest to chest with the troll but failed miserably, reaching somewhere else instead. He immediately stepped back and looked at the floor.
Amber and Arsan stared at each other, both of their jaws ticking as they tried to contain their laughter.
