What<em>is</em>going on here? Lady Lucille's sense of unease deepens, as she strides through the tunnels - Even without her God-given ability to detect evil, she can tell that she's somewhere far, far from where she *should* be...Somewhere<em>unholy</em>. That queasy sensation lingers, like greasy fingers against her skin - She draws a deep breath, shaking her head to clear it as her lips press in a thin line!<br/><br/>She doesn't have time for doubt; Her eyes narrow, as she catches sight of the Orc - A sickly purple light emitting from the room ahead~!<br/><br/>"Unhand her, knave~!" Lucille calls, her voice strident - Her sword gleaming in the light, as she closes the distance; Burnished shield at the ready! She's falling back on the rather more archaic terms she's learnt in the Convent...This place is disturbing her *that* much. She'd have preferred not to leave the others behind...But she's not about to let Dawn get dragged off to whatever fate these creatures have planned!<br/><br/>It occurs to the lovely blonde knight - Rather belatedly - that they might be in more trouble than even *they* can handle...But for now, she'll focus on freeing Dawn - Once they've regrouped,<em>then</em>they can proceed. A taut breath hisses from her full lips, her elegant features set in knightly disdain; It doesn't matter how many cultists are in the way...She's not about to leave Dawn behind!