She hid in the shadows, watching them.
At first, the assassin had not noticed, being too busy joking around with his friends. But then his eyes had caught a glint of gold, and his heart sped up. This was the thief's curse, to always be able to tell when something valuable was near, whether it be a coin or a person.
This one was a person, and judging from what he could make of her clothes, new to the whole thing. Barely grown into her garnier, and yet, she was down here in the dungeons. Not to train, surely?
He glanced briefly back at the items he had left on the ground. Horny mushroom cap, coin, coin, and...a Charm of the Undead. Of course. She was here to help Maya.
A small smile touched the assassin's lips. He remembered, back when he was still a rogue, of Maya. The woman was cursed to be eternally sick, he had discovered, and yet she clung to the strong, able legs of every traveler that passed through, begging them for a cure. She rewarded their efforts with bamboo hats she wove herself, and reveled in the feeling of health that their cures brought for a few days or so.
Golden eyes watched him, possibly wondering if he had noticed. The assassin just smiled, reached into his pack, and tossed a bundle of Charms tied together with string at her. She jerked suddenly, hands reaching out for the Charms, and he smiled as he made his way towards the light. When he was almost at the exit, he turned around and called,
"If you want to get stronger, next time, do it yourself!"
He could almost see the red on her cheeks in the dark.