The woman sighed. "This is getting really frustrating, that's the fifteenth one this year. Can't we just call it quits," she said
The man's frown deepened. "No! Keep on looking for more and make sure to bring them to me. We won't stop until we find the real one, the real conch shell of triton," he stated, a determined look etched on his face
But the woman wasn't showing the same enthusiasm as the man. Infact, it was the exact opposite. "But that would mean raiding every single museum in the world, and all for something that might not even exist. For all we know, it could be buried somewhere, or even destroyed," she said with a discontented look. "Why are we even searching for this thing? Wasting our time and resources, when we should be making our move on the mana-humans,"
The man turned to face her. "Are you questioning me?" he asked, his voice low and menacing
The woman instinctively took a step back. "N... No, i was only sugges..."
