"We should be close," said the old man excitedly, pointing at his barely legible map. "The ruins shouldn't be much farther."
"About time," muttered Althea under her breath as she adjusted her bow and rubbed her hands together to warm her cold fingers. It was early spring and the small group had been on the road for several days now. She, along with a couple others, had been hired by the old man as protection while he searched for some trinket or other that was supposed to be in these ruins he was leading them toward.
Althea thought the old man was a little off his rocker. But no matter. It was a gold in her pocket either way.
The small group trudged on, unaware of what waited for them at the ruins...