"Piss." Eda groaned as thunder boomed overhead. She'd been keeping an eye on the ominously dark clouds since they'd appeared on the horizon in the early afternoon. She'd hoped that they would move in another direction, but, as usual, luck was not on her side. Kicking dirt over what had been the beginnings of a promising fire, Eda shouldered her pack again and started to backtrack. The great thing about the Emerald Graves was that there were ruins everywhere. While most of them were little more than the remains of a single wall, they could at least be converted into some kind of temporary shelter. Luckily for her this particular ruin happened to have all four walls standing, as well as partially intact ceiling. Apparently she'd made some higher power happy. The thought made her snort as she pulled an arrow from her quiver, nocking it quietly as she climbed the steps inside. While she hadn't come across another person in nearly a week she didn't want to push her luck; and luck was hardly ever on her side.
