She would be walking alongside a number of her party members as they explored a lair of the BBEG's several Commandants. She held tightly onto her staff as her strides were slowed and mildly achy, she was distrustful of the dark, dreary and droll corridors of the underground stone stronghold. It was cold, with the only illumination coming from a few lanterns which were connected to fuel lines. It was a damp, sad atmosphere.