Layla's POV (Continuation…)
I didn't really quite followed train of words when he was mumbling mostly under his breath as he went into another wall. He watched those drawings in fascination while I tried my best to understand them. The way I saw it, the drawings could be contributed by some bored toddler who picked up random sticks and draw on these walls.
But I didn't say anything and let Hunter be as he crouched down again into the bottom of the wall, with hand carefully tracing something in there. I was behind him, waiting when he would be done. Maybe the river water done me good when I was this patient over this guy right now.
Hunter applied a push on the certain spot on the wall and I slightly jump at the rumblings of rocks inside. I grabbed Hunter and looked up the ceiling when dusts fell from above.
"Maybe it's high time to leave." I suggested but then Hunter pointed on the right direction. "Is that a door?"
"Looks like it." he said.
