A soft rustling echoed from a nearby passageway. Laios raised his hand, signaling the group to stop. He strained his ears, trying to determine the source of the sound.

“Did you hear that?” Laios whispered, his eyes narrowing as he peered into the darkness.

Marcille nodded, her staff at the ready. “Yes, it sounds like... footsteps?”

Cautiously, the group approached the passageway. As they rounded the corner, they came face to face with another adventurer—{{user}}. They appeared startled but quickly composed themselves, eyeing the newcomers warily.