A lot happened before she was able to truly assess her situation. A noble arrived and promptly grabbed the dagger right after a man had risen from beneath the table in front of her. Soon enough more and more people joined her, the man from the water, and some strange kind of creature running on his all fours, yet acting as if he had primitive intelligence. Noting he had carried on a bone, she walked over to the bone and gently threw it in the direction he had fled in before returning to the table, finding the company of the primitive creature more understandable than the men now surrounding her. Filling her flask, she returned to the table. "You have a long name Darius, but I would advise you calm down. This looks as a sacrificial altar, the expensive knife being for the priest... and the slab for the victim." She said calmly. She had heard of them, as examples of dark magic, but never seen one in person.. She kinda hoped she was wrong.<br/><br/>Seeing nobody take charge, she sighed. "It appear as if we're stuck in this cave together, all in the same situation. So. First things first, we should stock ourselves up with water in our jugs. Then..." She started, hearing a song. She blinked. What a curious tune... It sounded beautiful, and for a moment she found herself merely looking up, listening to it, before snapping out of it. "Um. Right. We should try to get out of this room, first and foremost. Look for any cracks, anything which does not look natural, some kind of mechanic to let us out. I do not intend to starve to death in a cavern." She hated the moist feeling on her skin.. Already she found herself dreaming of cold surface air. She regretted leaving the north.