This is a place of damnation. Surely.
Pitch blackness and stale air. The humidity and heat made hair stick to the nape, and it was unpleasant the longer they dwelled. A man could pray for a breeze and never feel it several leagues beneath the surface where two unlikely souls traverse the channels underneath Ul'dah.
To think that she had come this far to save others is laughable, but the Outlaw would have nothing less considering this whole affair was her fault. After all, who else but the Lavender Hemlock would be behind the man that used her craft to poison an entire water supply.
As tense and as turbulent as their opinions of one another, it would appear that both were grateful without words to not have to venture into such a place alone. Heavens help any who tread here.
A long creak echoes in the distance, and something about this whole thing seems foul. Unfortunately for them, Haine can feel it is not the poisoned water that reflects a sickly pallor of green back at them. She's a pessimistic soul and her instincts tell her that something dangerous lurks here. Yet, what that may be goes unseen. In the musings of her mind, Lawrence finds it appropriate to chime in as he drops off the ladder behind her. Above, the grating has been closed and the only light they have is the piece of manufacted nethicite that is channeled with her aether as a light source that works so long as she holds it. His sudden entrance nearly makes her drop it.
"...y'know...I hear there's beasts down there...Things that lurk in th'shadows of th'sewers...Y'hearin' much?" Respect or not, to him, it must be funny to try and mess with her. To which he is rewarded with a glare that could kill a lesser soul on the spot for his poor timing. He merely smirks her way before he makes sure the antidote bottles fastened to him are still in place. When they are, he looks just as ready as he is going to be with the the silver of his eyes straining against the blackness.
"Har har." She remarks flatly before turning back to the forefront, and it is with a momentary grace of patience that she at least considers his question. With a hum, the lavender lass remarks, "Nnn-o, I don't hear much of shadows or beasts. So you're in luck." However, due to the combination of their voices and their landing into the channel, the echoes of their presence have funneled down the circular hallways and a sound distantly begins to stir and tremble.
Cacophonous shrieks kick up amidst the flurry of a million wings and all at once, waves of flapping creatures excited from sleep come darting past from one corridor into the next, and towards them.
They're harmless denizens of the systems here, and ultimately seek an exit as they swarm past. Despite herself, Haine flinches as they pass, and it takes nerve to suppress a shriek when one nearly seeks to scrape past the top of her head.
When the bats funnel off in one direction, the outlaw does eventually manage words past the lump in his throat. "...Think that gives us a direction out...if we uh...git lost." He grimaces, keeping his voice at a whisper to avoid the disturbance of anything else. For the light he attempts to make of their circumstances, he is rewarded another glare as Haine raises the manufacted nethicite piece she uses to cast a brighter pallor on their surroundings. "Goody." She remarks bitterly, upon the mounting of her frustration, before she leads the path down the walkway with the Outlaw in tow to stay close behind her. It is into danger they tread.