When Langrum woke up, she found herself inside a round stone structure. She stood up bewildered and touched the walls, realizing they were pure earth runes, not something natural.
A pungent smell entered her nostrils, cutting through her thoughts, and her stomach immediately growled. They had been in the desert for seven days, and she hadn't eaten once, only sleeping today after a long time.
Soon, hunger took over her, and she turned towards a single illuminated entrance in the middle of that extremely dark and enclosed place. After a step, she felt kicking something, and a muffled groan was heard. Her face contorted; it was Almin.
'This trash, I've heard so many stories about this young master. Who would have imagined he was this pathetic...' Langrum just made a detour, and she came very close to kicking Almin again, who was unconscious and would stay there for quite some time.
