Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-7637833-20140924011706/@comment-5456040-20141103024041

Voices could then be heard if one concentrated. There were three in total.

"See, I just don't understand why we need to be out here of all places. Why can't we just lock it in a vault someplace..." One complained. "That creepy furball with flowers might come back for us..."

"Plus it's always dark..." The second voice murmured.

"You two, shut the hell up, you're not getting paid to whine." A third snapped.

"We aren't getting paid at all. We don't even know what's so valuable about that dumb stick either!" The second voice replied before being whacked over the head. They stumbled, causing more rustling.

Behind them stood a makeshift building made out of logs, presumably their camp. There was no fire, yet strangely they were able to see just fine without any light source.