Jocasta snickered as she chewed her mouthful of jerky. Some of the herbs she had in her pouches were technically edible, but she had nothing she could really consider food. Some adventurer she was she thought as she turned her new found knife over in her hands, examining the strange rippling steel in the fitful firelight.

"I can honsetly say this is in my top two strangests dates. Top three if you count the time I dropped that coach and horse team through the great bridge on Eventide," she admitted. She felt extremely tired now that the adrenaline had somewhat worn off and the warmth of the meagre fire had banished at least a little of the chill. It would be night above ground now, though keeping track of the time was more a matter of guesswork than science. She watched the flame as it devoured another piece of root and an idea occured to her.

"I suppose if we head towards areas where there are more roots we must be getting closer to the surface right? THey must connect to a tree afterall," she supposed. The roots here might be from a single massive tree, but judging by the subtle differences in size and girth Jocasta thought it more likely there was a forest overhead. The events of the afternoon were confused but she thought they were probably under the low hills a mile or two from the caravan route.

"What about you? Do you make a habit of rescuing damsels in distress and then leading them through ancient cursed catacombs? Or am I just special?" she teased.