It was midday. The grate was open and sun shone through the lid. But only for just a few minutes. A small figure cautiously climbed down the ladder. Closing the grate behind her. A small thud was heard as the figure, Athene landed on the ground. A light shone in the darkness. Athene held a torch in her hands as she moved cautiosly through the dark. A rat ran across her path and the young girl screwed up her face. She checked her back making sure the bag she carried was still there along with her pillfered loot. Athene moved cautiosly through the dark, torch pointed to the ground, the only time it was up was when she heard a noise which usually turned out to be a rat. Athene followed marks through the tunnels, chalk marks she had made here and there to ensure she could find her way back to one of her hideaways.