The forest was quiet except for the crunch of boots on dead leaves and the occasional rustle of branches overhead.
The heavy air of exhaustion hung over the four of them, no one eager to speak after the chaos inside the monolith.
Every step seemed to remind them of how close they'd come to not making it out at all. Just like Cal and Bronn.
Everyone was wondering how Cal and Bronn's absence would be taking, but they'd already come to an unspoken agreement not to ever speak of it. Ever again.
It was Leo who finally broke the silence.
"We should hand the resources we harvested to me." He said, his voice still hoarse from blood loss. "I'll sell them, and we'll split the profits evenly. Four ways. We all went through hell together, after all."
Galahad's eyes narrowed immediately. "Evenly? Or evenly after you pay off your gambling debt and forget to give us our cut?"
