Willow POV
"It smells horrible in here." Woodrow commented.
"No shit, Sherlock. A fricking snake lady lived here."
"You've got a point..."
We trudged through the place, looking for drachmas. The god's currency.
"So, we're staying the night?" Woodrow asked. I looked at him sarcastically. "Where else are we going to stay?"
"Touché."
Suddenly I spotted a glint of gold.
"Drachmas!" I yelled.
"What? Really??" Woodrow came over to me. I grabbed a handful of the coins.
"Damn...that's a lot of drachmas."
I sighed. "Yeah....better keep these for later."
As far as sleeping matters, the best thing we could find was the table cloths...so we slept on those. As I fell asleep, I thought about who my real father was.
A/N Sorry for such a short chapter. WiFi where I am is crap... love y'all!!
*Hi D!!!*
