“We could double back–”
“Won’t he have posted guards or something?”
“If I were guarding a cave mouth in the middle of the desert…” says Yael, dubious.
“Ah,” says Silhouine.
“Water could be a problem, but–”
“I think I’m going in anyway.”
Yael looks at her with green eyes.
“What have I got in the city? Trouble and debt, fear and no prospects. I don’t know if he’s crazy, but there’s something in here. If we find it, it’s ours.”
“That may be,” says Yael.
“All right,” says Silhouine, and knocks the ancient chain off the tomb door with a rock.