Nokomis leaned forward as the dwarven scholar began to explain their intended task.  The smell of the smoke curling from his cigar brought up unwanted childhood memories, but Nokomis waved them away along with the smoke before they had the chance to settle.  She had a job to focused on.  She couldn't afford to allow her mind to become cluttered.<br/><br/>She rose from her seat so she could see the map a little better, listening to their employer drone on about so Temple to a God Nokomis had little care for.  She eyed the various sketches and notes spread out on the table before her.  She tilted her head to the side and listened as Nestor and Thrasos voiced their concerns.  The flooded passage would pose a possible problem.  If anything happened Nokomis preferred at least being able to breath.  But if the above ground tunnel was broken they might not have much of a choice.<br/><br/>"I don't suppose there's any sign of a third entryway?" Nokomis asked, though she knew it wasn't likely.