"He..."
Her ears perked as she heard some strange voices.
The voices seemed to echo from the curve in front of her, a curve that seemed to lead to more arctic blue ores. Alert, she walked slower, unable to detect who or what the sounds came from as she was weakened in the icy cave.
"I saw her first, back off."
"So what, I am your senior."
The voices became clearer the closer she got to the curve.
She sneakily peeked to the side, now able to see where the voices emanated from.
Three shirtless men stood around Bel, the latter on the ground, her eyes holding horror as she covered her ears, seemingly frightened by the men around her.
They looked intimidating with their mustaches and vein-popping muscular bodies, coupled with the pickaxe that rested on their shoulders.
"Hey, let's do this. I know a buyer. I'll sell her and take fifty while you guys share the rest," one of the three men said, eyeing Bel greedily.
