Despite the rightful wariness she gave, Vah'lux did not see anything at the moment, neither did she hear it. The smell of old burnt wood and the reek of the rats themselves, filthy creatures they were, all were far more distracting than she may well have anticipated. They were pungent, slightly odorous in a rotten way; being this close to them was not welcome and the breeze was the only reprieve she found. The house, or rather the blackened structure of it, was what loomed before her and the rest with her, and it was reasonably as bad if not worse than dealing with the creatures outdoors. Something struck her however and that was the fact her weapon, sizable and deadly as it was, would be tremendously restricted indoors, let alone a tunnel. The latter of which she was keen enough to understand at least let her attack from one direction and well past the heads and shoulders of her allies, but still at penalty as the rats were large for rats but nowhere near the size of men nor goliaths as she.

In the meanwhile, Tracan simmered quietly to herself, her lip chewed in annoyance. She hadn't come marching out here to loose arrows at rats and others get bit by them only to come back again and repeat the process another time. Had the remark been made by anyone else outside of de Brey it may well have been better received. For the time being however, temperamental as she was, she only stewed quietly to herself rather than immediately give in to another outburst. In more and more ways she began to comprehend the resentment elves had for other races but pushed the notion out of her head; she wasn't one of them after all, they shunned her.

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Vah'lux notes nothing of significant importance but recognizes in close quarters, her glaive will be of little help unless there is sufficient room to wield the weapon. This is unlikely, presenting her a particular challenge similar to how Tracan's bow is now mostly useless.
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