The rushing footsteps were of cultists grabbing papers and files. Torchlight flickered and lit up at random while the sound of falling glass rained outside of the alcove they were deposited into.
Dashing waves of greyish-silver stone surged past the opening and there was a distant flash of golden-yellow electricity arcing every now and again.
Ben eyes wandered unknowingly upwards the long smooth legs that were veiled by a dark green dress. Adorned in jewellery and a golden circlet once more, the Poison Feather kicked the sharp tip of her shoe into Ben's face, shoving it aside.
He grunted and rolled over while the Poison Feather surveyed their faces in the flickering torchlight. "Ma'am, these are? Do we?" a couple of the cultists paused in their panic and aimed a few muskets at the intruders.
Feather flipped some of her green hair, jingling some of her chains alongside it, "Leave them, your priority is to evacuate. Lest you defy the orders of the new Gods."
