The whimpering continued as they made their way into the underworld, but Vara trusted Geraint's judgment.  It sounded like a child, but that did not mean it was one.  There were enough scents down here that she could not easily differentiate between what might be human and what might be something else entirely.  Even mutants sometimes smelled very human, and they could still be very far from what would be considered human.  Twisted and animalistic.<br/><br/>They passed a small doorway, it was on the opposite wall from where they were, and Vara knew that was where the crying was coming from.  She pushed on and followed Geraint.  He had survived in places like this, far more than she had.  If she had gone somewhere like this in the past, it would have been with a team of vampires and other werewolves, and they would have had enough firepower to take on just about anything.<br/><br/>The crying increased in pitch and intensity, as if the being knew they were passing by and Vara reached out and tugged at Geraint's sleeve.  It was smart to continue on, to avoid trouble, but she worried that was how she had lived her whole life.  Was there room for compassion?  Wasn't that what the spirit had shown them back in the forest?<br/><br/>"It sounds like a child..."  She whispered as quietly as she could.  "What if it's hurt?"