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Mergoux seemed most confident in the direction to take, so Lua went along behind her. The air changed, becoming even fouler than that in the city above. Her boot splashed in a puddle of something too thick to be water and too thin to be mud and she nearly vomited. They'd followed the child's voice right into a damned sewer! Lua groaned. Her mask was still soaked in muck. There was nothing for her to do but endure the stench with clenched teeth. 

Lua's pace slowed cautiously as the girl came into sight. Her dark brows furrowed slightly in confusion when Lucian tried to put the crossbow and bolts into her already-occupied hands. Lua wasted no time, however, voicing a question aloud. She sheathed her swords quickly as she could and obediently accepted the weapon and ammunition. Immediately, she hurried to coat several bolt-tips with the poisoned wax. Once she'd loaded one and shouldered the bow, Lua placed herself between Shiara and the girl. Mergoux was clearly capable of handling herself, but all the apprentice had seen this bone mage do thus far was conjure a little light, and with the aid of a spirit at that. When she reached a clear line of sight, she aimed and placed her finger near the trigger. The only thing keeping her from firing immediately was the small chance that the girl was still human, albeit a terribly unfortunate one. [/center]