Thea lit up another torch, and walked behind Hilda. She watched as the red haired woman put down her shield for just a moment to open the door in front of her. At first, there was nothing but a seemingly vast expanse of black, the light barely penetrating the thick blanket of darkness. Thea watched as Hilda picked up her shield, and pushed on, walking into the dark room. The sound of Hilda's leather and chainmail boots making contact with the cold stone floor rang out louder than usual. For a moment, Thea felt as if her hearing suddenly became sharper. But in reality, it was just due to the room amplifying every sound they made. Thea followed the dwarf into the room, the light of the torch revealed a long corridor with four steel doors, two to the right, two to the left. "Should we check these rooms?" Thea quietly asked the other's.

Janus walked towards the first door on the right. There was a small rectangular window high up on the door. It was small enough story a human or a blaziken from sticking his arm in and unlocking the door. Thankfully, all the blaziken had to do was push the door open. "I for one, vote that we should check every room." He replied as he looked around the dark room. He held his bow with his right hand whilst he raised his left arm, a flame appearing in his palm to illuminate the room. "Ugh! More beds! I am sick of finding nothing but beds!"

Robin then entered the room, looking around to see bunk beds. There was nothing in this room of any real worth, at first glance. The gallade knelt down before then looking underneath the bed. "Bring some light down here." He said before the blaziken knelt down on the other side of the bed, bringing his flame close to the ground. Now that the gallade could see what was there, he smiled a little. "Looks like two daggers, a small shield. We could get a nice profit from all this."

"Good to know that this trip wasn't a complete waste!" Janus happily replied, now standing up.

"We're going to need a cart to haul the barrels and weapons away. If there are weapons stashed away underneath this bed, you can bet there are more underneath the others." The gallade replied as he stood up, and lifted up the pillow on the bed. There was nothing there. "Hmm, we should check underneath the pillows too just in case. People like to stash away small weapons, money."

"You sound like you have stole from homes before." Janus replied.

"Hah, no... I don't classify it as stealing anyway, just taking things that people left behind. When there are small skirmishes and battles, people get scared and leave their homes. I just go in and collect whatever people leave behind." Robin told the blaziken as he walked around the room, checking underneath other pillows.

"Just because they're not there, it doesn't mean it's not stealing." Janus replied with a chuckle.

"It... is classified by others as stealing, but I classify it as just taking what I need to save my family." The gallade firmly said to him.

"I am sure that the family you stole from is very happy that yours is safe." Janus knew he was getting to the gallade. Robin was always so calm, Janus wondered what he looked and sounded like when he was angry.

"If I didn't take it, bandits and mercenaries would have." The gallade was quick to reply.

"Ahh yes, those evil mercenaries, like Hilda. How dare they take stuff! Better you than them, right?" Janus sarcastically responded as he threw a pillow at the wall, spotting two gold coins under the spot where the pillow once was. He took the the two coins, putting one in his backpack.

"If you were in my place, you would have done the same thing." Robin was getting irritated every time Janus opened his mouth.

"Hm, maybe." The blaziken simply replied. "Here, catch."

Robin watch as Janus tossed a coin his way. His quick reflexes kicked in, he plucked the golden coin right out of the air. One gold coin wasn't much, but it was something. "If you disapprove of what I do to survive so much, then why are you even here with us? Taking things from an abandoned place like this is just like stealing from a big home."

"Who said I disapprove?" Janus replied with a chuckle.

In the room opposite to the one Janus and Robin were in, Hilda and Thea searched the place. Already, they stacked up any valuables onto a nearby bed. There were two long swords, three daggers as well as a golden ring. Thea didn't mind taking swords and daggers, but when she saw that golden ring, she froze. "We shouldn't take this." The alakazam said as she picked up the ring.

"We're taking it." Hilda firmly replied.

"We can't, it means a lot to someone out there." Thea responded. "It signifies a sacred bond between two people."

"If it meant so much to someone, they would have came back here and found it by now. We're taking it. Do you know how lucky we are to find something like that?! I usually have to dig up a corpse to find something like this." Hilda walked towards the holy woman. She knew that this kind of stuff was important to her, but gold was more valuable to her than any morals.

A shocked expression spread across Thea's face. "You desecrate graves to steal from the dead?" She questioned the dwarf.

"I put people in graves if people pay me enough. I am a mercenary, remember? Put the gold ring in the pile, I didn't come to this place and risk my life just to leave with a few crappy swords and some kegs of watered down ale." The dwarf wasn't about to let Thea's ideals get in the way of her profit.

Thea shook her head as a disgusted look spread across her face. "There are other ways to make money. What you do isn't right."

Hilda's anger quickly grew as she listened to this woman, judging her. "Isn't right? You know what isn't right? Having to fight over fucking scraps of food with the other beggers! Not right is having to watch your..." She barely stopped herself from saying something she might regret. "Don't get all fucking holy on me, just put that fucking ring in the pile."

Thea could see the almost burning anger in her eyes. Hilda was scary when she was this angry, she didn't like it at all. But, she didn't put the ring in the pile. She held it out for Hilda to take. "If you can take the guilt of..." Before she could even finish her sentence, Hilda snatched the golden ring out of her hand and dropped it into the pile.

"Guilt isn't even a thing to me anymore..." Hilda grumbled, keeping her back turned on the monk.

Thea didn't know what to say to her, the woman in front of her was a murderer, a grave robber. But, the priests and priestesses taught forgiveness. "Hilda, I-" Thea's apology was cut short.

"Shut up... I don't care what you have to say. Just do your job, and hold that torch." She wasn't willing to hear what she had to say for herself. She didn't think she would like what she had to say anyway.

Thea nodded in response, standing there with the torch in her hand. She didn't know what to say, but she felt like it would be best if she didn't say anything at all. She didn't mean to anger the dwarf, but she just couldn't stop herself from speaking her mind. She held some very strong beliefs, especially when it came to her religion. Murder and thievery were two things that she saw as evil. Hilda seemed like a nice person, but now, Thea was going to watch her back around her. She had a feeling that the dwarf hated her, and possibly wanted her dead. If she had killed people for money before, then what was stopping Hilda from killing everyone in their sleep to take the whole haul for herself? That was a thought that would linger in her mind for far longer than she would like.

Author's note: Tensions rise, arguments are had, let's hope they can hold this expedition together. :3 Thank you all for reading again!