By this time, Ash had already lit the torch that she had made earlier. It only allowed Ash and Rohaan to see around six feet in front of them, but when they were wandering within dark tunnels, it was honestly better than nothing. Besides, Ash was making sure to light every lantern that they came across as they ventured deeper into the tunnels. There was really no risk of them being followed, and if someone somehow managed to, Ash suspected Rohaan would be able to make short work of them. She would never dispute that she felt much more comfortable having a Vokurian on her side. Or rather, their interests were similarly aligned for the time being. She barely knew him and he barely knew her. Ash could hardly expect him to watch out for her beyond the facet of his basic moral character. As a function of the both of them finding themselves on this dangerous mission, she’d do her best to watch his back.

Ash had grown up within the walls of Durgan, and she knew the tunnels well. Or at least she had found herself lost within them so often that she had been more or less forced to learn its many twists and turns. She had gone to these on more than one occasion to slip out of the castle by avoiding any prying eyes. It was odd. It wasn’t so long ago that she preferred solitude over that of having to deal with the lively court of Durgan. Now she’d give just about anything to return to that simpler time. Now she was on a quest to kill a cult leader that was trying to resurrect a dark god. How did she end up here?

Well, she knew exactly how she had ended up here. Though, to be fair, things had been moving extraordinarily fast for the last few days. It was beyond personal for her by this point, which strengthened her resolve to see her vendetta through. Her only singular desire at this particular time was to ensure the death of Thoburas, an elf that she hadn’t even heard of until earlier this very day. Ash had never been so angry or so full of hatred before, especially concerning a single individual. Yet here she was, and there would be no greater satisfaction for her until the elf was dead by her own hand. She shifted her gaze momentarily to Rohaan as they continued on. She supposed it would be acceptable if he was the one to kill Thoburas instead, so long as the elf ended up dead.

It wasn’t all that long before they got to where they needed to be - Ash did know the layout of these tunnels extremely well after all. Before them were massive stone doors, inscribed with ancient runes that she couldn’t read, and she had never met anyone who could reliably decipher what they were supposed to say. These doors were ordinarily sealed, but it was clear even in the gloom that the seal had been broken with brute force. Thoburas obviously wasn’t a patient man by any means. For now, she kept her distance, already hearing muffled voices from within. She extinguished her torch before turning to Rohaan.

Out of caution, Ash kept her voice low. “Yeah, I like your plan. There happens to be another entrance that I stumbled on years ago.” Truthfully, it was a nice childhood memory, but she didn’t really have time to be overly nostalgic at the present moment. “So long as you can keep anyone in there occupied until I’m in position.”