Thud—the rough-sounding player frowned and looked up to the dimly lit upstairs. He was certain that he heard something.
"What is it, Miguel?" Jock asked.
"I swear I heard something." Miguel said and turned to the sharp-haired player. "What about you, Leroy? Did you hear it as well?"
"Nah, man, I heard nothing." Leroy said while picking on his nose.
"Hmm, maybe I misheard it." Miguel shook his head and looked away from the house. "Yeah, what I was saying, I think we should go and make Narnia run after us instea—"
Thud—a loud crash came from the upstairs as if someone had fallen from the bed.
Jock, Miguel, and Leroy flinched and instinctively drew their swords out of their scabbards. They weren't mistaken anymore—there was someone or something making noise upstairs.
"W-where did Narnia place his temporary spawn?" Leroy asked with shakiness in the tone of his voice.
