Murtagh made a face as he started to push upright and the droppings squished between his fingers. He uttered a single, soundless curse, as foul as the situation he found himself in. The heel of his palm sank into the excrement and touched cold hardness buried within. He frowned. Huh. Despite his disgust, he dug down until he could grasp the object. It felt like metal: oval, half the size of his hand, with carving on one side. A coin? But no, it was too large for that. Keeping a firm grip on the object, he stood up and carefully made his way back out through the tower door.
Convenient! Also, “uttered a soundless curse”? I’m trying to figure out how that one works 🤔
