Inside a spacious cave chamber, Vaela sat with several members of her party, their expressions noticeably uneasy as they waited for news from the three men.
The chamber was relatively quiet, with only the occasional sound of footsteps from the outside disturbing the silence.
A few dimly glowing stones embedded into the rough cave walls, providing enough light for everyone to see each other's faces.
Vaela sat near the center of the chamber, occasionally glancing toward the cave entrance as she tried to hide her nervousness.
Every time she heard footsteps echoing, her eyes shifted toward the entrance.
She tried to convince herself that there was nothing to worry about. There should have been no reason for them to fail.
Yet, as the minutes continued to pass without any news, a faint uneasiness began to creep into her heart. She disliked the feeling, especially because she could not identify the reason behind it.
