The fog pouring from the tunnel’s exit, growing thicker like standing beside a blazing fire. The direction it headed was obscure as the woman’s explanations. Bastian looked down at Elizabeth, blinking, not knowing how to answer that. He was aware “Peddler” was a seldom used code name, for his beastkind friend. A well kept secret, meaning the assassin had to know him well enough for that. The sole reason for coming down here relied upon how much his friend allies could be trusted. His instincts were poorly balancing on a fine wire, high above the ground, wavering the longer he stood around. Only staying confident that he had made the correct decision, from his refusal to be wrong. He smiled at her, looking at the assassin, giving her a reserved stare.

[color=0072bc]“Although it remains speculation on my part. I’ve been told before that the assassin guilds have allied themselves over the past decade, which lead to them combing their resources and wide access to underground pathways. Impressive underground tunnels that are interconnected and span across multiple forts, towns and cities. Removing mountain ranges and heavily dense forests, large bodies of water, structures and the rest. Greatly reducing their travel times over what would be considered long distances...the guards in the city aren’t actually concerned with me, if anything they’d be interested in my knowledge of this place-”[/color] Bastian explained.

[color=a187be]“And ya betta keep ya trap shot.”[/color] The woman scorned, rhythmically tapping her foot. One, two three times, growing further irritated, wiggling her fingers and toes. She stormed over and picked up her crossbow of the floor, and briefly aiming it toward Bastian, her arm fully extended, promptly pointing it at the entrance. [color=a187be]“Ya know, I wahz only instructed to keep ya alive and take ya near the whoresis. Do not test me.” [/color]

[i][color=0072bc]“Maybe it’s pointless to ask questions. Clearly this woman isn’t mentally stable, leaving may be our better option...[/color][/i]” Bastian thought clenching his paws, despite feeling disappointed in his own grumpiness, bitter as a lemon. Merely nodding and offering to take Elizabeth’s hand, before stepping through the fog and only time would answer where they’d eventually end up...