Rose flinched away a few steps as the man she'd found rolled out of his hiding spot and to a position safely away from her. The flame above his head served beacon, and by its light she could see better the features she might have put solely to the dark of the catacombs at first: grey skin, horns, paired fangs. She'd heard by now that there were trolls about, but this was the first she'd ever seen one, and it gave pause enough for him to make his offering.

A story of her future. Dark eyes, future sight: a blind seer. Perhaps it was only fate that they should meet.

Then came the bats, not the first she'd encountered them, and so not the first she'd figured how to deal with them. With needles swapped to one hand, the other grabbed for his and pulled. "Come on," she snapped, and set to running further into the tunnels. Her needles stabbed up and ahead, scoring wings or piercing small bodies that ducked too low in aiming for the taller troll. She didn't like having to kill things, but it was better than dying early.