Kalea let her breath out in a frustrated sigh and sheathed her well-used longsword back into it's equally worn scabbard before pushed her hair out of her face. The platinum blonde locks were damp with sweat and the young Aasimar sighed again. Why these creatures thought they would fair any better than their friends was beyond her. The smell of goblin blood made her nose wrinkle cutely and hurried her along. Once there was a little distance from the carnage, the light skinned blonde slowed and her golden eyes scanned the surroundings. When goblins were around it was always best to be alert for their crude but effective traps.<br/><br/>The amount of resistance she had encountered in the derelict old mine had overwhelmed her expectations. Sure, she had considered that some unsavoury creatures might have moved in during the years that the mine had sat abandoned but nothing to this level. So far she had avoided any severe injury and had explored deep into the caverns but the worry that her luck was running thin was there. Her employer wanted her to see if there was any truth to the rumour that veins of gold and silver still existed and that tales of the mine being haunted were just superstition.<br/><br/>A moment was taken to check over her armour an aside from the strap on her breastplate that had broken f everything seemed in order. She was just about to begin moving again when a slash in her long dark green cloak caught her eye. Immediately her mood darkened. The cloak was a gift from someone she had lost and she glowered at the damage it had suffered. She would need to take it to the tailor when she got back to town. It was simply another reason to complete her errand and be gone from this place. Drawing her sword again and ever cautious if traps she continued deeper into the darkness.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>