Without wasting time, Kael proceeded to find the next hatchling, one that was thankfully also away from its brothers. The minimap made it almost unfair. A dot here, a dot there, each one a sleeping lump of profit tucked into the dark like the Tower had stocked shelves for him personally.
Still, the cave didn't feel like a store. It felt like a throat. Every breath tasted damp and old, and every faint drip of water sounded a little too much like footsteps when you let your nerves get creative.
Though they were blind right now, that didn't mean their teeth weren't sharp, and as long as he could take them out one by one, he wouldn't need to worry about those teeth.
Kael kept that thought close, repeating it like a rule. One by one. Quietly. Efficiently. He didn't have the luxury of bravado down here. Bravado was how people ended up as bones.
Still better safe and efficient than rash and dead.
