Of all the jobs he got, it was to find some old relic? Really? And not even something cool like an ancient sword or something, but a grimoire. A book. Vaan sighed and kicked at a loose rock in the dungeon. At least he was still able to be a thief, although having it labeled as a "job class" was a bit weird, but hey, if he could do it legally, then why not? Okay, so he still pick-pocketed people in the city but it wasn't his fault he had sticky fingers!

He sighed again, raising his arms to interlock his fingers and rest them behind his head. At least the dungeon was just some dusty old thing and not filled with-

Thump

"...uh oh."