Sodoma had no idea how long she had been out.
When she was finally able to open her eyes, she noticed the sky above her was a dark gray. The air felt morbid, and the dead-looking grass she laid in reeked of death and despair. She felt the stains of tear tracks marr her face, and looked at the sky to notice the wysterias peppering the gross sky.
The tears returned with a vengeance.
It couldn't have been too much longer when she heard voices near her, and she quieted, struggling to hear.
"What do we do next, sir?" a grunt asked.
"Our next move is to wait," a more refined voice with an air of authority and an I'm-better-than-you personality replied in a tone that implied they thought the grunt was dense. "If those fools know what's good for the girl and themselves, they'll bring the jewels here."
"What if they bring decoys again, Lord Harlequinn?"
"They won't, underling. They've used that trick on us once before, and surely by now they've realized we know their gimmick. They won't be stupid enough to try it twice."