"How did you even make it in without getting caught?" Soleia asked as they reached the winding staircase at the end of the tunnel.
The wooden steps were small and uneven, and mold and moss had grown over them to create a slimy, slippery layer. Soleia held onto the railings with one hand, clutching for her dear life as she attempted to maneuver up without slipping and falling to her death.
On the other hand, Ralph was much more nimble. He walked up quickly and only stopped once in a while to wait for Soleia to catch up.
"It was easy to sneak past the old crook," Ralph said with a shrug. "She can barely see past her fingers and quite frankly, I am wondering if she can even hear properly at all."
Soleia wrinkled her nose. She knew for one thing that wasn't true. After all, the old woman could easily see who she was under the hood, as well as the fact that she was wearing a pair of selenite earrings, otherwise hidden by both the hood and Soleia's long hair.
