After joining up with her hooded friend, and their [i]special[/i] ally the archer again, Guard Lady was relieved and grateful for rceiving the herbs from the latter. She wrinkled her nose slightly at the thought of shoving these two sticks up into her nostrils, given how silly it would look, but the thought of having to actually smell sewage, refuse and wet droppings quickly dismissed any silly notion of worrying about ones appearance. And so, with two quiet [i]'plops!'[/i] she stuck the things into her own nose.

Watching Shade open the manhole next, she thought the young man was very skilled. Of course, she wouldn't praise or commend him, as skills such as that were not exactly something decent and law-abiding nor upstanding citizens should know - but she couldn't deny its usefulness, and as such, would let him off without a scolding... This time. [i]However![/i] The fact that the boy went down the open manhole first was another matter entirely. Surely he had seen and been aware of their Archer-friend's new dress, not to mention the lack of ... Cover... for her very own posterior, yet he had still ventured down into the hole first, and now had an apt opportunity to stare up said hole while both girls descended.

Not that she thought the hooded lad to be a creep or lecher in any way, but you never knew with men. It would have been far more courteous to wait for the ladies to go down first, but perhaps he was just excited for the adventure? Or worried there might be enemies right below them? Still, she herself had far more armor and protection than him, so it would have made more sense for her to go down first. As such, the half-elf pouted a bit, watching as the archer gingerly descended next.

Her own climb down waas a bit more cumbersome. Not only did she had to slowly lower the halberd from ladder-step to ladder-step, so to not drop it, but she also had to avoid tipping the newly bought lantern. Thusly, her climb down was far less agile or graceful than that of her companions, and would one have looked up while she descended, they would have gotten a good eyeful of the pretty young thing's rear.

Eventually though she made it down. Finally unhooking her halberd from the ladder and resting it against a nearby wall. Reaching into her little bag that hung on her belt, she withdrew a small piece of metal and an equally small rock. Smacking the two items together a few times produced sparks, and soon the lantern was aglow with the warm, reassuring light of fire. Putting the items back in her bag, she picked up the lantern and grabbed her waapon once more, moving over to her allies as they were now discussing something important.

The archer had a point, out of all three of them, Guard Lady's weapon had the longest reach out of their weapons, and she was the most protected from the front. The archer girl's concern about bugs was a bit unusual, as the half-elf thought it obvious that icky, gross insects would prowl the depths of a place where decay and waste were plentiful.. But given the girl's outrageous response to a fly buzzing near her, she found it best to not confirm this truth for now. Scratching her arm casually and looking around the roughly hewn and mortared stone bricks that made up the sewer walls, Guard Lady replied.

"I'm fine with going first. It'll be much easier for me to protect you that way, plus you can watch my re-" She paused."... My back. Watch my back. But I can't really carry the lantern with my weapon drawn." A simple note was made. Her wweapon required both hands, so she couldn't well carry it as well as fight at the same time. She could give it to the archer, but the other girl also needed both hands in case of having to draw her bow and arrow. That left the boy, and lo' and behold, he only wielded a one-handed sword! Perfect!

"Do you mind carrrying it for us?" She asked, smiling friendly - with those two sticks in her nose - extending the arm and hand with the lantern towards Shade.

Nearby, the slow-flowing sludge-water of the sewers made itself apparent, yellowed and brown in discoloration. The sound of dripping and their slightly echoed voices was all that could be heard for now. Where they were now, there were two ways to go, either towards the east, or to the west. From here, and with the limited light of the torch, both ways seemed fairly similar. The eastern path though, far off still, split into a crossroads further ahead, with paths going in all directions. The western path only seemed to have a single turn in it further ahead.