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[color=7ea7d8]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=7ea7d8]Location:[/color] Sewers of Roshmi
[color=7ea7d8]Interactions:[/color] [@13org] Ayita [@hide on mana] Kuroi [@Dezuel] Baraian
[color=7ea7d8]Mentions:[/color] 

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Torvi had been rather silent the entire night as they made their way through the slums. She only spoke when the need arose and even then it was simple responses to questions. When they would come across those that wished them harm she would assist Kuroi, taking notice that he preferred not to kill many of the guards. She didn't quite understand it, but she followed his lead there. There was no sense in upsetting the one who was leading them out of the city.

Now she stood on the street looking down and the entrance to the sewers. She hadn't really understood what a sewer was, but now that she could smell it she was piecing things together. While the smell was unpleasant, it didn't compare to the smell of a corpse that had been sitting for days in the summertime. That was a smell that had graced her nose quite a few times as she often was one to help prepare a body to be sent off to Valhalla.

As the others made their way into the sewers, the exhaustion apparent on everyone's faces, she remained above ground for a moment. She began ripping at the bottom of her dress, making stops of semi-clean cloth. Once she finished, Torvi tied one of the pieces around her face to cover her nose and mouth. The makeshift mask helped lessen the smell a bit and she hoped it would help the others as well.

She made her way down into the sewer and looked at her companions briefly. Everyone was worn out, Ayita and Kuroi especially it seemed. While she was feeling it as well and would be lying if she said she wouldn't enjoy taking a break, but she knew they needed to get out of there. She handed one of the strips of cloth to Ayita as she watched poor Kuroi collapse. She then moved to Baraian and held out the scrap of cloth as she listened to him speak and offer to help support one of them. [Color=7ea7d8]"You will have to forgive me, but I will likely continue to be skeptical of you until it is absolutely proven to me that you mean no harm. It may be unfair, but it's hard to trust a dark elf when it seems like the rest of your people want me dead. I can not help but wonder if you have ulterior motives."[/color] She told him bluntly before moving on to Kuroi.

She did her best to help the man back up, using what little strength she still had before offering him the cloth and her own shoulder for support. [Color=7ea7d8]"Perhaps if we support each other it'll give us just the right amount of strength to get us out of here and then we can rest a bit more comfortably."[/color] She offered him a weak smile, trying to be a little encouraging at least.