"A dark hallway or tunnel might contain more surprises than you would like."

Those words echoed at her as she blew out the last candle in her home. Here in the darkness the house felt empty and she felt alone. After the meeting she'd done her shopping for supplies, joined her soul to a crystal, and picked up her travel pack. Some others might've used armor or shields, but not her. Her staff and companions would have to do as her bulwark, anything more would let the fire slip from her grasp. Now there was just the act of showing up and that was as anticlimactic as anything else. While the others chatted, she simply gazed up at the imposing tower and ran her thumb over the case of her compass anxiously.

The trek inside was not much better on the nerves. Siph exuded presence and brought eyes to them. Ayse was used to being overlooked. Nobody paid her much attention when she went about her work healing travelers. She couldn't say that all of it was welcome, but at least there was a pleasant thrill in the story she'd be able to tell when she got back. She gave the most honest and respectful of bows to Felix before leaping...

...into a battlefield apparently.

The dead bodies, the stench in the air, beast men feasting on the dead, it reeked of days long past in a sewer. One positive change from that situation was that she no longer played the role of a child. Seeing the beleaguered defenders, she knew which path she wished to take, although she held the flame in so as not to give their group away just yet.

[color=fdc68a][b]"We should help them,"[/b][/color] were the only words that came to mind and that she felt needed to be said.