Sylphstone Teaser 5
With a groan and a hollow scraping sound, the door opened enough that Girra could pass through. The noise made her heart jump, and she took a moment to pause and listen for any sign that she had been detected. When none came, she guided the door closed as gently as she could to ensure it emitted no sound, though she left it open a crack. She would not be long.
In the dim light, Girra could see that she stood in a kitchen. A long table filled most of the room, and a mess of utensils hung from a rack just above it. There were herbs and vegetables strung up along the ceiling to dry out, some hanging low enough that Girra had to brush them aside as she passed. She took the opportunity to untie a few and add them to her already bulging pack.
As she walked, water dripped from her cloak and hair and left a trail of water droplets on the floor. She brushed a clump of hair behind her ear just as a drop of water fell from it and landed on her cheek. She was grateful to be out of the cold night air, but the cabin was not particularly warm either.
In the corner, she found a burlap sack with only a few potatoes and an onion in the bottom. She removed them and carried the sack with her, using it to collect the stolen goods. Fruits and vegetables, a loaf of bread, and even half a block of cheese found a new home in the sack. Girra was nearly set to leave when a cold blade snaked its way under her chin and dug into her neck.
