When the group had began walking off, Simone considered whether or not she should follow. She didn't exactly want to be caught stalking them, but maybe they would lead her straight to the gold. She began trailing after them, a little way behind, clutching a vial; her latest concoction - when smashed, it created a greenish vapour that would knock out anyone in the immediate proximity. The trick was throwing it accurately enough to knock out the<span style="font-style: italic">right</span>people. But it was effective enough, she had found.<br/><br/>After they had covered a small distance, Simone froze as she heard a sound that can only be described as a low, harsh grumbling, as if the land itself had been torn into. The others in the group she was following seemed to notice it, too. She held the vial tightly, bracing herself. She had heard tales about the creatures that roamed this land and she hoped she wasn't about to live one of those tales right now. She edged back, pulling her hood down over her face as if it could conceal her from whatever was approaching.