After thanking the archer for both checking up on her and offering to buy her some sort of curative, Guard Lady let out a breath she didn't even know she'd been holding in. The brief moment of rest on the alcove gave pause to recover from the sudden, mad dash they had had to perform to avoid the swarm. Albeit, both sides had suffered great losses in the fighting, the rats were now less than a handful and the roaches still more than a dozen and a half. Of course, she couldnät actually [i]see[/i] this, due to the dark, but it was something the dark elf-in-disguise would have noticed doubtlessly.

After hearing Shade's remark about them leaving once ready, and then the archer's explanation of what a nest actually was, the halberdier frowned a bit. If a 'nest' was just a large gathering of rats, then wouldn't it have been more accurate for the quest to specify a certain number of rats needing to be killed? Or at least denote the 'nests' as 'hordes' or 'packs' or some kind of numeric value, rather than as some sort of dwelling? She didn't like how whoever had posted that quest had - even if not intentionally - mislead them. She would make sure to have a choice few words with the guild staff once they got out of here.

Now was not the time for belly-aching though! With the battle below drawing ever closer to an end, their window of opportunity was closing ever tighter. When the archer mentioned doubling back for their lamp though, the girl lit up. That was right! Even if the swarm of roaches had come from that direction, there was no way the entire pathway back was filled with them - after all, if that had been the case then the roaches would have had an endless supply of reinforcements and won the battle instantly. But given the time it had taken for the two sides to duke it out, it would seem that this was just a lone, large group of insects.

"I think that's a good idea." She said, nodding to the foreign girl. "I can see well enough in dim light, but pitch black darkness is another thing entirely." Her head shook slightly. "The old guy who sold me that thing really gouged me on the price too, so I'd rather not leave it behind..." She jested, smiling sheepishly, as if that half-rusted piece of metal and cheap glass was worth risking one's life over.

Using her polearm to get back onto her feet, she gently tapped at the nape of her neck, then patted at her bottom. It still stung. Of course it did, no way fresh bug-bites would stop aching this fast. Sighing, she moved over to the ledge and knelt down on one leg, then with a big, swinging motion, let her halberd sweep at the base of their elevation, preemptively cutting away any would-be threats lurking just below. No sounds were heard though, so it seemed clear enough.

"Should we go then?" She asked, looking at her comrades in the dark.

Over a ways away, the bugs were now busying themselves with finishing off the last stragglers of the mammals. Lumps of brown-gray fur with steams of blood and broken, shattered bits and pieces of insect lay scattered in an unssemly display of gore and carnage. It was like a morbid painting of some secret, nightmarish war. Still, if the roaches were too busy eating the dead rats - and their own fallen - then it gave the group the advantage to get by, either further into the sewer, or back towards their missing lamp.