Princess Astra hefted the weapon. Kind of large but beggars can't be
choosers. Her previous sword was still stuck in the backside of a
Shrieker. (They were two legged, all-mouth creatures with head sensing
flaps. She had stabbed four and the fifth had fallen into a deep pit,
sword still in it's gullet). Astra picked another piece of Shrieker flesh off her dark-purple leather armor bustier and continued on down the tunnel. She shivered a tad. Her chaps and slacks and leather sleeves were good at deflecting many weapons but really did nothing for the cold. Suddenly she heard someone ahead. Past the curve of the tunnel. One man. Alone. Trained to move quietly. But since Astra had the same training she knew what to not listen for. Astra pondered the situation.
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