Quintella fidgeted with her fingers, her face lowered behind Sarah. "Of course we are friends..." She gazed at the eerie darkness through the open doors of the crypt, then at her friend's back. Eventually, she swallowed, muttering. "It's... If... if you are sure Teacher Marcellus Noct Virein won't scold us, I'll follow you."
"He won't know we intruded." Sarah's lips curved, her voice enticing like honey blended with tasteless poison. "Trusted disciples have a couple of perks. That's one of them. Don't talk about him anymore, and prepare to see the most amazing thing of your life!"
"O-Okay..." Quintella tried to sound cheerful, but her voice cracked when the darkness swallowed Sarah. She hurried inside, the scent of dust and old corpses making her cover her nose.
