Brow furrowed, she shook the runes' container again, and emptied the container on to the forest floor, doing her best to ignore the massive hole in the ground beside her. "By the Ancestors.." she hissed as the runes tell her the same thing, as her scattered cards do; that she is meant to go down into that hole. "Perhaps I can go down another time..." she mumbled, as she gathered the runes, shook them, and then tossed them to the ground; the runes deny her attempt at postponing the inevitable. A sound, suspiciously like laughter, comes from the large feline, lounging comfortably on the other side of the hole; he twitched his tail as he looked over at the woman, who is crouched and glaring down at her runes and cards. Stretching, the feline got to all fours and languidly stalked over to the woman, nudged her shoulder, which caused her braid of violet hair to sweep across the staff that was strapped to her back. The woman glanced over her shoulder at the feline, her sea green eyes sparkling with annoyance; the feline flicked his ears forwards, as if to say, "You should know better than to argue with the fates". With a huff, the woman gathered up her runes and cards, and stowed them back into her satchel. "I don't need any of your sass, Twin" she grumbled as she slowly peered over the edge of the hole, she eyed the rope suspiciously.
"You have two choices, I can either carry you down on my back or you can stay up here" she said, as she tugged on the rope, making sure it was secure. The feline, flicked a ear, and with out further ado leaped down into the hole. "By the Ancestors! Ret!" she cried out, as she quickly started climbing down the rope, all the while mumbling furiously under her breath. What seemed like a lifetime, she finally reached the end of the rope, and the bottom of the hole. She took a deep breath, as she glanced up and saw the small light shining, from the opening. Ret nudged her hand, purring and twitching his tail; absentmindedly she patted him on the head with one hand, and the other dug through her satchel.
She pulled an orb, from her satchel, and with a whispered word, it began to emit just enough light to illuminate about 60 feet in all directions, and float into the air. With a stern look, Ret took point, and began to lead the way through the ruins; his tail high in the air, as he carefully led the woman around the recently deceased bodies and traps. The both hesitated at the crushed remains on the ground, with a terrified glance at Ret, she took a deep breathe and shakily began walking again. "What have the Fates gotten me into" she mumbled as she turned down a corridor, her eyes swept all around her as Ret jumped ahead. The sound of voices ahead, had the two of them slowing slightly, as they edged closer to a door way and peered into a room, where a man and woman were talking. Ret's fur raised, as he stared at the two people in the room, a low growl emitting from him; his tail knocked against the orb, causing it to float further into the room, and leaving him and the woman in the dark. With fear filled squeak, the woman clambered forward, to hurry and get back into the light, not realizing that it had stopped just a few feet from the other two.