"Brava? why are you..."
Layla whispered, her eyes scanning the dimly lit surroundings.
"Shhh, follow me, and don't make any sound," Brava replied, his finger pressed to his lips as he gestured for them to follow.
Michael, Layla, and Praw exchanged worried glances, unsure of what dangers lay ahead. Layla was itching for a fight, but the memory of her recent defeat at the hands of the pirate lady made her hesitate.
Silently, they trailed after Brava until they reached a pile of old wood in the corner of the room. Brava weaved through the pile until he came to a plank with an X mark on it. He moved the plank aside to reveal a small hole in the wall.
"Get in there! Quick!" Brava urged, his eyes darting towards the door.
Michael wasted no time and crawled through the hole, followed closely by Praw. However, when it came to Layla's turn, she hesitated.
