Artemisia de Chauret
“Probably not,” Artemisia agreed, watching the spearwoman ascend up the stonework with her rope.
Although she’d come this far, the mounted adventurer was unwilling to part with her horse to explore deeper into the ruins. She valued her belongings far too much to venture too far away from them, and if she brought everything with her, she was pretty sure she’d snap Cecilia’s rope and break her neck falling down. If one of her new companions stayed behind, they could tend to her horse, but with her companions being little more than ragtag band, she wasn’t too sure if one of them wouldn’t make off on her horse at the first sign of any real trouble. So, she’d stay.
Artemisia made a wave of dismissal at Cecilia as Annabelle began to ascend. “Think I’ll stay behind with the horse and hold down a path for retreat, unless we find a better way around.”
With that, she dismounted, and began fishing for snacks to renew the picnic from earlier. As she pulled out a bit of bread and jerky, she noticed the fashionably dressed man was still with her.
“Had your fill of adventuring for the evening?” She held out a hand, offering some of her jerky.