Sawtooth Spire bleed through spaces

Another surge of relief made her feel temporarily boneless. Saturnine reapplied herself to exploration of her immediate surroundings, taking her time to answer now that she felt she had the attention from him that she was so obviously due.

She wasn't sure how much she wanted to reveal about her quest. All of it seemed like the most immediately gratifying option, but then there was always the chance that he might begin to search for it, too. Another fear was that he might find it terribly boring somehow, and he would cease this conversation at once, and she would be forced to find another way to keep his attention. She was too tired for this shit.

"An artifact," she said at last. "My mother hid it in the mountains. These ones, maybe. Maybe not. If I bring it to her, I will be rewarded."

She turned back toward the young man, eyeing him with renewed and unfeigned interest.

"It's in a hidden cave, on an altar," she told him. "You wouldn't happen to have explored any places like that, have you?"