At the base of a rickety staircase, they paused. Liora held up a hand, signaling for Derrin to stop. The wooden stairs creaked ominously with even the faintest weight, and the two exchanged a look. Liora motioned for Derrin to stay put and began his ascent, his dagger drawn and his steps as light as a whisper.
At the top of the stairs, the voices grew clearer.
"…Fenrick's trinket? Worthless junk," a gruff voice said, followed by a snort of laughter. "But he'll pay through the nose to get it back."