Quincy was kneeling in riverbank muck, picking up and counting coins. This was not how she had expected or wanted her day to go, but here she was. Her fingers shook as she recalled the events of just a few minutes prior. The war cries echoing in the main chamber of the temple where she had found herself waking up in. The defiled altar, that long and sonorous chanting-
No. No, stop. "Stop," Quincy said firmly to herself. Because she could feel the chants swirling around in her head, meaningless vowels repeating ad nauseam. To try and turn her mind away from the ominous goblin chanting, Quincy refocused on counting her coins. She didn't have very many on her to start with, but she absolutely needed to make sure she had all of them. Every single one.
"Nine, ten, eleven," she continued, picking them up and stacking them neatly on a flat rock where she could see them. All in a stack like this, her little bronze coins didn't seem so small, so forgettable. That was good. Very good. She could deal with this. Once she had all her coins, then maybe she could start looking for the rest of her items. Still unaccounted for was the battered crossbow she'd been given out of charity, as well as the small case of bolts that came with it.
If the past day was any indication, she felt like she would really, really need them.
No. No, stop. "Stop," Quincy said firmly to herself. Because she could feel the chants swirling around in her head, meaningless vowels repeating ad nauseam. To try and turn her mind away from the ominous goblin chanting, Quincy refocused on counting her coins. She didn't have very many on her to start with, but she absolutely needed to make sure she had all of them. Every single one.
"Nine, ten, eleven," she continued, picking them up and stacking them neatly on a flat rock where she could see them. All in a stack like this, her little bronze coins didn't seem so small, so forgettable. That was good. Very good. She could deal with this. Once she had all her coins, then maybe she could start looking for the rest of her items. Still unaccounted for was the battered crossbow she'd been given out of charity, as well as the small case of bolts that came with it.
If the past day was any indication, she felt like she would really, really need them.