"And I expect this to still go bad in a million different ways before we get out of here. But that we'll get out of this alive, I have no doubt. I'd prefer to escape with all my limbs intact, but I suppose a missing arm wouldn't be the end of the world," he said. He was retreating into his usual humor now, feeling that he had said too much.<br/><br/>Ester was still studying him, apparently unashamed to just stare and try to read his intentions. It was a wholly unfamiliar feeling, and a bit uncomfortable. Still, it was better than the anger she would have likely responded with a few days ago. Before he had any time to think more on it, however, a crash from behind him made him whirl around. There was nothing immediately visible, though that could have been due to the darkness. It was even more pronounced now, with Ester having extinguished the small flame in her hand.<br/><br/>The elf walked past him and went towards the noise to investigate. Mesaraih followed closely behind, drawing his weapons and holding his daggers with the blades facing backwards, ready to defend himself in case they were ambushed. Something which, unfortunately, had been happening all too often lately.<br/><br/>The bridge creaked slightly as they put their weight on it. The water lapped at the shore of the lake, creating small, rhythmic drip-like sounds. He could hear the rustle of their clothes as they walked. Apart from these few noises, however, a heavy silence enveloped them.