<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0y8wEtc.jpg)  </div><br/>"Fine by me..." she helps Three to secure the extra rigging as is needed, but defers to the kobold... only slightly suspicious of the work, simply because it's not within her own hands.  Once they've rigged and tested the rope, she will let Three climb first so she can hold on down below long enough to give the sorceress a quick wolf whistle.  "Nice view from down here," she says with a wry laugh, trying to bring a smidge of levity to this dire pit.  She does not mean it, not in the least... sure, the sorceress is attractive, but Zabeth is far from in a flirtatious mood.  She's fighting back withdrawal from the lotus binge... nausea, pain, and mild fever are creeping up with the emotional pain of the memories of ghosts... the sounds of arrows, blades, broken bodies, dying cries of agony... the memory of a pair of lips, gentle hands, eyes that spoke of adoration and acceptance...<br/><br/>"Gods help us," she says to herself, waits to follow Three up to where they will regather.  The attempt at humor is almost painful, and she takes the brief moment's solitude to cover her eyes with her hands, crouch in a quiet corner, and fight back tears.  Then she's off behind Three to meet up with the others.  "Alright ladies, let's get out of this fucking dungeon. ... where did Katul get off to?"  She murmurs quieter to the sorceress then, "You two, ah, seem to be getting along."  She smiles faintly, sniffing-- probably a product of the damp air, certainly she hadn't been crying.  "Take your pleasures while you can, girl.  We may not have tomorrow."<br/><br/>She unhitches the lit lantern from her waist and holds it at length.  "Which way?"