Weapon
The room was bare, so Jezirea decided to head back in to the dirt tunnel. That, at least, she knew lead up to the surface. She just couldn't reach it at the moment.
In any case, she could probably spare a day or two to dig her way out if she really needed to.
She stepped in to the tunnel and headed back to where it met open air. She tried a few more times, to jump and reach the edges, but once again wasn't able to get a decent hand hold, so she set to work digging further in to the side of the tunnel, angling it upwards, but making a pile of earth to step on as well.
She had been digging for less than an hour, when a noise from up above caught her attention.
She glanced up curiously, wondering what the sound could be, when someone stepped in view of the hole, and looked down at her.
A wide smile broke Jezirea's face, as she first assumed that she had been saved.
The smile faltered however, as the person drew their bow and pointed it down at her. She raised her hands instinctively.
It was one of the bandits. They had still been looking for her.
Persistent bastards.
In any case, she could probably spare a day or two to dig her way out if she really needed to.
She stepped in to the tunnel and headed back to where it met open air. She tried a few more times, to jump and reach the edges, but once again wasn't able to get a decent hand hold, so she set to work digging further in to the side of the tunnel, angling it upwards, but making a pile of earth to step on as well.
She had been digging for less than an hour, when a noise from up above caught her attention.
She glanced up curiously, wondering what the sound could be, when someone stepped in view of the hole, and looked down at her.
A wide smile broke Jezirea's face, as she first assumed that she had been saved.
The smile faltered however, as the person drew their bow and pointed it down at her. She raised her hands instinctively.
It was one of the bandits. They had still been looking for her.
Persistent bastards.