Ramon
"We're done. Do you want to get rid of them? I think it should be ok if we leave them there..."

*Seeing the arrow land in the archers chest set an uneasy feeling in her. It's her first kill, and she just let it fly with almost no care. Looking at the other two bandits, then back to the body in the pool of blood, Yakaiyo starts to feel nauseous. It's not sitting well with her. 'I-I've killed someone.'*

*Another voice echoes in her mind, masculine and deep, yet calming. "It's alright. You're scared, and that's ok. Everyone gets scared. You just need to breath, and let it fade to the back of your mind."*

*'Ha-Hakaze?'*

*"Yes, it's me. I'm always with you. Just remember that."*

"I think we're able to get to the dungeon now."
Carla
*As the bandits fell Ariavata's relaxed, returning to a more casual stance. He made a rumbling noise expressing some kind of discontent* 

"Not much fight."

*He started to walk over to the fallen bandits*

"First look. Then go. Take what need, no waste"

*He rumbled uncertainly, trying his best to express what he means*
Ann
Amongst every possibility Fithora had envisioned what had transpired once those men toppled into a pool of what he deemed to be an extension of the deity he believed within, shattered before his very eyes into an array of white glass. Were they no more within this realm a person he had taken without intending to, at most he wished only to cease them before their blades clashed against his little legion he never wished to bring what fate had already befallen him what seemed mere months ago. His once chipper exterior melted into a look of horror as he shirked off any sense he didn't care if they ridiculed him, instead Fithora felt nearly the same about his form he was ashamed by it and felt every last one of them had a right to shun him. His reaction resonated with Yakaiyo except he wouldn't hide his feelings remaining free true toward who he was they would see him trample over with worry in those pallid greys to live was a gift one not a single soul should whisk away from another.

This moment was enough for him to shirk off how he felt about their curious companion without a face as he knelt near the two bandits reaching his bandaged forearms to attempt and carefully tug and at least gift them air to breath before they breathed their last. It was foolish even a touch too innocent as he tried to wrestle one of them free from their eventual demise, hearing what his companion had to say baffled the boy he gave her an incredulous stare as he cried out toward her. "Simply depart them toward thee earth t'would aught to be thee most

Dreadful thing that mine ears ever heard... We shant leave them whilst they still breath, to still carry thee chance to feel thee faint kiss of her breath to bask within life itself. Though they only met ire do they naught deserve as much of a chance to breath as mineself or even you?" Fithora was sensitive toward others' emotion even so before him the two whom were trapped within his spell cried out harder than what pain trickled from her wavering voice, a little trickle of a faint orange tear fell from his eye. He too had yet to steal away another's life yet what separated them was Fithora had used something in an attempt to simply incapacitate their foes it was never his intent to see their lives come to an end.
Cathy
Nature seldomly kneels over to someone's sadness. If someone dies a gruesome death at your hands, it happens and Nature doesn't care. Mother nature is quite a scary one is she not? The final group of enemies dispersed, the people finally have drowned, and the Ranger has bled out from their injuries. Sad way to go innit? Abandoned by your comrades. 

Anyways, as they pushed on, there was a massive door, which was at least 3 times the height of the tallest one. It seemed to be pushable with some force. Open the door at your pace! 

Once they enter, they find themselves in a long, dark hallway. It seemed too long for the Night vision the people here have to see what was at the end.
Ramon
*Once they had finally pushed open the door, there was nothing. Literally nothing, besides a long hallway. Very long, if a Treton can't see the end of it. Wonder what was inside. Yakaiyo's heart starts racing. She's never done anything like this. Were there traps? Monsters? 'Hey' she tells herself. 'Don't be afraid. Hakaze's done this before. So can you.' Taking a deep breath and drawing an arrow from her quiver and nocking it in her bow, she feels insignificant against the dark void beyond.*

"I can't see the end. I guess we have to start walking?"
Carla
*Grabbing two spears from the fallen bandits Ariavata followed the others into the door, retrieving the fallen torch. He didn't seem bothered by the death or the reactions he got. Though he also had no face and a full coverage helmet on, so it would be hard to tell if he was.*

"Is only way, I think we walk"

*He once again held the torch carefully balanced in the same hand as one of his spears*
Ann
Despite how Yakaiyo felt for ending anothers' life she seemed to simply ignore the heartbroken youths pleas for aid, it appeared people could care little during battle what fated another he was left to grieve upon his lonesome for those he barely knew for a passing moment. He still tugged upon their head a desperate attempt to find what life may still linger within their hearts' the culture he had come from, what his clan believed within largely sought to shirk mother natures' true face hiding it beneath a wreath of flowers. It was to celebrate her gifts not her cruelty even once someone closed their eyes for their final goodnight the boys' eyes welled with tears as he cried out "Nay nay t'was naught mine intent... I wished only to make thee tarry fore you t'were misguided, m-mayhaps you art only still and shall breath anew as I hath before. I-I... Yearn for thine forgiveness t'was truly naught mine intent." Guilt hung heavy upon the mongrels heart begging for Gaias' mercy the sort he had been taught to believe within, she had gifted him another chance to breathe anew perchance even they too would be granted her mercy in one form or the other. 

Before he departed the boy dug through his tunic grasping a bundle of dainty white lilies' placing them before their fallen foes he would gift them a final farewell before he parted. "If you art listening... I-I well o'course you are thee very trees' carry thine will

, I beg thee carry them uon thine dainty pedals and cradle them upon their final journey. May thee departed find their way past thee river toward sanctuary, each and every last one of them." Placing the flowers between their still bodies the boy wished them a final farewell before forcing himself toward his feet, no longer did he scurry over toward his companions nor shout a single word instead he grew eerily quiet. Simply standing behind the duo he didn't care for desecrating their bodies by thefting what had once been theirs. Trailing behind them near the door he would remain within their shadows a look of uncertainty across his features' their deaths had shaken him far more than any other within their group.
Ramon
"I-I guess it's ok to grieve the death of others in battle. I think it's better if it's someone you... You know."

*Her face hangs down. She hasn't gotten a chance to grieve those that she's lost, being hunted by the elves for crimes she didn't commit. Her mind is no longer clear, clouded by bitter poison, as her grip tightens on her bow. She tries to keep her happy face though. Others don't need to one her pain.*

"Let's get going."
Carla
*Aria looked down at the others curiously, his head tilted a little to one side. He seemed to not understand the reaction that the other two were having but stayed quiet. Likely feeling he would not be able to communicate properly anything he would want to say with his limited grasp on the language.*