The Lamb walks forward, holding his sword out defensively. He stays silent, trying to avoid making any noise.
“Steady…”
Suddenly, The Goat groans in annoyance like a pissed off teenager, letting out a tired sigh. He closes his eyes, nodding his disbelief.
“Oh, forget it! We’ve been walking through Darkwood for long enough, and you still think someone will ambush us?”
The Lamb looks back at his counterpart with a deadpan expression.
“Well, you never know. Right?”
The Goat stutters out his response in anger, completely exhausted from the crusade.
“Wh- the last three areas were completely empty! What makes you think someone will get us?!”
Suddenly, a rope snaps. The two turn to the direction of the sound, but are then startled as a wooden cage falls down on them. The Lamb looks back at his counterpart.
“Told you so.”