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“Agreed.” The Goliath nodded toward the human Paladin, wiping the sweat and drops of blood from her brow and around her eyes as she searched the small clearing for signs of further threats. When none was apparent, she allowed a held breath to release, and some semblance of stress to vanish from her mind and already aching muscles. The creature was finally gone, unmoving, and torn apart from the various attacks by the party, which left nothing but a carcass and a terrible smell. 

Pulling a small rag tucked inside the breast of her armor, she held it against the wound sustained only moments earlier by the dire rat, hoping that whatever disease or pestilence the creature may have carried, would not have transferred into her veins. It was a long way to go, no matter what their next course of action would be, and Vah’lux did not want to become yet another statistic. 

“I pray that the return trip would prove much less of a headache than our time in this dark place.” Running the blade of her ax along the ground, the Goliath wiped blood, guts, and bits of wiry hair from her weapon, daring not to carry any of the foul creature's wicked soul on her return trip.

[i]Praise be to Kavaki.[/i] She smiled, hoping only to leave the underground prison, never to return again.