Plan for the Tomb Attack

"But… But that doesn't… She was still an immortal, a battle machine!"

Sabina verbally countered with a hop to her feet. "Can't we just go back the same way we entered?" 

Rizz shook his head with a solemn air of disappointment. "To think my apprentice would be afraid of a scrub dominatrix…"

"What is a dominatrix?" A new bolt of fear caused her body to stiffen. "That sounds very overbearing. Especially if they were the original owner of this necklace–"

"Ba! Ha, ha! Yeah right…" 

His laughing fit was cut short when Rizz leaned against the side wall by the entrance. "That… That's funny… It was probably some idiot who dropped some cash early in search of simps willing to give up gear and materials for free."

Sabina wanted to reply. But she mentally stumbled on the few words she couldn't understand.