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"I will then take center." Vah'lux nodded after the others, tossing the splintered plank of wood aside and relieved as well that one of the troupe members had a decent lantern to light the way. "I am no Dwarf, and the benefit of light will most surely be needed as close as possible." 

Pride in ones abilities had always been something a Goliath did not take for granted, and yet any short comings -such as the lack of low light or dark vision in this case- was simply something that had to be dealt with. Despite her stature and strength, the large tribeswoman was not an [i]army of one[/i], but rather part of a whole, and while in an instance such as what was about to occur, she had to accept help from the group in all its form. 

There was, deep in the back of her mind, a twinge of fear however. Not a fear so much of death, as much as of the unknown and even more so, a fear of never again seeing her people. Long had she kept within the mountainous regions of the North, never venturing further than was needed. Living, hunting, training, building, and being at peace within her tribe and community for much of her life. Aside from trading goods and services with nearby Dwarves, Gnomes, and a handful of human settlers along mountainous passages, the "outside world" was something not considered, as Kavaki and Manethak provided whatever else was needed.

But, Vah'lux was far from home, and survival was paramount.

Readjusting the harnesses, buckles and ties on her thick hide armor, and with a deep inhale and exhale of whatever remnant of surface air was left, she followed behind the two human soldiers down into the mouth of darkness. To the unknown.

[i]Kavaki protect us all...[/i]