Finding treasure

He didn’t mind that she bled on him, only that she was bleeding in the first place. He had nothing to bind the cuts, so he used an age-old healing trick, and used the clotting powers of his tongue. He grabbed her paw, and swiftly licked it before she could register it, or complain. It tasted like salt water, dirt, and blood. But at least that would help keep it clean, and clot.

He released her, and glanced back about this old ruin, intrigued by the history of it. No, he wasn’t certain what he looked for down here. “Anything intriguing, or useful” he said, shrugging his shoulder to indicate the Magic Tube still tied to his back. He looked around the room himself, but most of what was in her seemed to be rotten wood, and things he could not identify. He knocked aside a large rotten table, mostly to see what would happen, and what it was made of. It crashed to the side away from him and Asla, the wood splintering easily. Useless. It did, however, reveal a hole in the wall that led to what looked like a more natural formation in rock. Some sort of tunnel, or cave. “Hmm” he said, intrigued.