Squawks of fear and dread soon filled the otherwise dead silence of the catacombs they were in, as Hester was administered the potion by Liaena; all the while flapping her wings around and twisting and turning like a frenzied ball of feathers as she was being held by Liam, the latter making sure to hold his face a good way away from the rabid owl for obvious safety issues and concerns for his eyes!

"That thing was guiding you through this place? Rithrynn suddenly asked as she looked over Liaena's shoulder as she stood behind the girl, now donning a look of confusion as she looked down at Hester.
"How does that thing even knows where anything is in this castle!?"

Rithrynn inquired, obviously not satisfied with the idea that Hester possessed some innate, magical clairvoyant powers! A more likely scenario in her mind would be that the cursed owl was obviously just following the trail of the scent of a chocolate bar dropped by one of the White Hand mercenaries.

[i]"Feathered glutton!"[/i]

Serphia, wiping off a last smirk of delight; turned to look towards the entrance to the catacombs. For a couple of moments, she merely stared through the clearing clouds of mist and into the seemingly endless darkness of the catacombs. 

"So... the dungeons are through the catacombs somewhere... " She muttered, her eyes shifting over to Liaena who was trying to heal a rather ungrateful owl!
" ... who obviously have more than two exits, considering that [b]she[/b] came from them."

Serphia reasoned as she looked down at the smaller High Elf sitting on her shoulder. Motioning behind her with one hand, the sentinel Vashi suddenly stepped up besides her.

"Oh, anything you need, mistress?!" Vashi exclaimed, seemingly hyper at a chance of getting to prove her worth. Not answering her question verbally, Serphia instead pointed at the tenebrous catacombs in front of them. Soon realizing what she meant, Vashi summoned a magical sphere of light which she launched in a slow-moving pace through the air and into the catacombs ahead of them, illuminating their path and chasing away the shadows.

Although Serphia and her elves may have had a naturally superior night vision than that of the rest of the 'lesser races' in the group, the idea of friendly fire from the latter in case something spooked them in the catacombs did not fly well with her. And neither did the idea of Smokey trying to trail through the labyrinth ahead in complete blindness, fearing that if the dwarf simply fell he might prematurely detonate his explosive and wipe out the party there and then!

"By the way, next time you see a coffin or any woeful object come flying towards me, do try to do something other than just watching." Serphia finally added as she looked towards Sharon as she began to step towards the entrance to the catacombs.