Stressed Filled Day

The light filtering through the trees was growing dimmer, and I was facing the reality that the shadow of a tree root wouldn't be very good cover for very much longer. Callie still sat stiffly beside me, hugging her knees to her chest. I sighed inwardly and reached for the short-sword I sat beside me.

Ideally, there would be some kind of hole in the tree's side in which we could hide, preferably with no other occupants. Callie stumbled up after me. I cringed at how loud her footsteps were. Seeing her face, it would make you wonder what her motivations were for coming into the towers and into the dangerous dungeons was. She said she wanted to become a great healer, but what was her motivation for doing so?