Therezia gives her companions just the faintest smile, encouraged by her guards compliment.

Then she turns and watches Halbrandt intently. She shivers at his words, gaze now trailing towards the darkness stretching out in front of us.

It was dark, way too dark to be able to see anything that might lurk in the shadows. Almost mechanically her hand finds her forehead, then her chest and lastly her shoulders as she begins to pray silently, asking the lord for his strength, guidance and protection. 

"If only there was a little light...", she murmured, voice barely audible. She was used to this, murmuring prayers always had felt easier than speaking to other people. 

She steps closer to her guards, almost hiding behind them as if they could protect her from the wrath of maybe multiple dragons. 

They seem to sense her discomfort and straighten up, positioning themselves between her and the seemingly endless void of darkness. Their armor reflects what little light still reached us, the cross shining brightly on their chests and backs.