Even though she  knew he was right, that this was the way of the wilds, she still felt herself battle internally over it.  Was this all they were meant to be and did that make them the same as someone like Blackvayne?  Someone who was more than willing to prey on the weak, to lure them into traps for his gain?  It made her uneasy, even though they needed to survive and that absolutely meant they might have to kill to do it.  Vara had done that sort of thing before, but it still felt as if things had recently changed.<br/><br/>“Sounds like an adventure.”  She said, adjusting the pack on her back.  At least Blackvayne would be unlikely to find them down here.  Even if he tested the connection again, as they continued onward, Vara realized this place would not be easy navigate.  Without the sun, she lacked direction.  Compasses would work, but it still felt...unnatural.  Maybe that was part of the problem with the Old People.  They had tried to become like creatures they were not, or they forgot their connection with nature altogether.<br/><br/>Vara tried to remain silent after that.  The connection and the light were enough to keep her close to Geraint, though there were a few times they had to obscure the light and allow some skittering creature to pass.  Some of them almost seemed afraid of the light, their eyes probably weren’t adjusted to such a thing.  That was probably for the best.  It was one more layer of protection, as long as they had the light.  Hours passed as they navigated the tunnels.  Much of the pathway of the carriages was still intact, but in other places the roots of trees had grown deep and broken the concrete.<br/><br/>“Are we getting close?” Vara asked, after a while had passed.  She wanted a place to hole up, a den to feel safe in again.