The occasional drip of water was the only sound that interrupted the steady rhythm of quiet footfalls in the dark tunnel. The area around the pair was lit only by the light of a gently swaying lantern, held easy at the side of the female of the pair. Her orange eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, reflecting what little light was there to aide her vision. Her other paw held a long machete, deadly sharp, though swinging almost haphazardly in her grip. She seemed perfectly at ease in the darkness, though her carefree posture was betrayed by the way her eyes flicked at every shifting shadow and every abnormality in the cavern around them. The casual act was more for her companion, whom she was nearly certain would jump out of his skin should they actually run into any trouble. 

Thus far it had been an easy trek, but such was often the case this close to the city. Enough travelers departed into the Catacombs from this direction that very few wildlife remained, and even most of the plants had been trimmed down to manageable levels. The Catacombs were notorious for their carnivorous plant-life, and while none of the species near the city were dangerous, novices to the area often chopped them down on their way through just to be safe. These were usually the same groups that wouldn't light lanterns for fear of being spotted by some wild animal, and instead ending up walking over a cliff in the darkness... Voska had little respect or sympathy for them.

She felt something brush her ankle and glanced down to see one of the small, weed-like plants growing from a small crack in the stone. it wasn't big enough to be harmful or even slightly dangerous yet, but the dumb thing was still trying to latch itself to her leg. A casual jab of her machete made it recoil, and split the tiny fern nearly in half at the base. No reason to let it continue growing.... pesky thing. No doubt her new "friend" might have a complaint about killing the weed... she had detected that he had some sort of weird fascination with the greenery. She wiped the tip of her blade of the edge of her coat in a smooth motion and kept walking, unconcerned. Her cherubic face, which people often (mistakenly) assumed matched her personality, was kept in a carefully maintained mask of minor contempt and indifference. She was trying to dissuade the man near her from talking to much. She had decided she didn't particularly like the scholarly male.

The rest of their merry band was somewhere behind them, no doubt being useless and making all kinds of ruckus. It was something of an advantage to be away from them, that noise would no doubt attract some nasty critters... but she still did not fancy the idea of being the first to walk into any pitfalls or plant tangles... or spider webs. She shuddered slightly at the thought. Spiders....