Dal Shabet

The barricades turned out quite well; in many places, one could take cover from spears, although Agnet was already starting to doubt that it would be useful. But her teachers always emphasized that one could never be too cautious in war. The girl sat down to rest, and unpleasant thoughts began to creep into her mind, thoughts that hadn't bothered her during work, but now was the perfect time for them. Mostly, she was worried that she would return home sick and wounded, without a hand, and worst of all, that all these misfortunes would not be related to the battle. In essence, all her problems were connected to utter nonsense, which didn't make her feel any better about them; at least, that's what she thought. "Well, maybe at home, with the help of my father's connections, they can come up with something for my hand," she reassured herself. Agnet sat for a while and decided it was time to check on the people below. Descending into the cave, she looked at the sarcophagus. "Something interesting, huh? Who's lying in there?"