*Lecter dashes forwards at the arm blade creature, and stabs Karma at its throat, aiming it kill it in one blow*

*Elewynn shrugs*
Elewynn: We were being tailed by some Templars, and Finnick wanted to lure them away from their bases. I guess we got lost along the way, but the Templars died all the same.
*Finnick frowns, while staring intently at his re-emptied glass, as if challenging it to remain empty*
Finnick: We didn't get lost. I know exactly where we are. Maybe.
*He sighs, and his glass is replaced by a full on*
Finnick: We're probably lost. But at least this place has booze.
*He pulls out a small pouch and pours a beige powder into his drink, with his smile returning as he does it*