Head Downstairs

The vault in this place would likely be downstairs, or so Korvin figured.

Sword in hand, the mercenary stepped down, the wooden slats creaking slightly as he went. The flickering light from outside disappeared, top be replaced by A dim gloom. AT the bottom he stepped onto a dusty stone floor, and looked about with some anger at what he saw.

Wooden boxed, covered with dirt and grime, lay everywhere. No gold down here to be taken, that much was clear to Korvin. He slid his sword into the scabbard and reached over to pick up one of the boxes. Smashing it to pieces on the floor, he cursed foully as old potatoes rolled out.

:There’s nothing down here,” he snapped, turning around to walk back upstairs. Then, he stopped. There was a sound....

The sword slid out of his scabbard. Turning about, he looked around, and saw, huddled behind some boxes, a shadow. Korvin walked out and with a savage kick knocked the boxes out of the away. “Well now,” he said with a grin. “This is more like it.”

Two girls sat huddled on the floor below him. Even in this dim light, he could see they were beautiful. One looked to be about twenty-five, with long blond hair, a heart-shaped face with big green eye, pert nose, and luscious lips. She wore a a dress so covered in dust it was hard to make out the original color, and yet even beneath it he could see she had a body fit for a goddess, with long slender legs, narrow waist, and full, form breasts.

The other girl resembled her, although her hair was a dark brown. She looked to be about eighteen, and Korvin guessed them to be sisters. Though young, she already had a woman’s curves, with breasts that if anything were somewhat larger than her older sister.

They whimpered as he looked down. “So,” Korvin, “What am I going to do with you......”