Orien picked his way through the deteriorated Syric castle, keeping his eyes open for anything noteworthy or shiny. He’d found a few good things, but he knew his clan was expecting more.

he rounded a corner, only to be met by the sight of something moving. Hand on his dagger, he crept forward, only to realize it was humanoid. Something living in the Syric wreckage? No way. Orien steeled himself, calling out to whoever you were. “Hello? Show yourself.”