vidarr, ur dumb, sorry, love ur wife

Tenshi carefully grasps the black snakeroot between her teeth and plucks it from the stone. Depositing it into her bag, she turns to notice a leafy fern growing in the room across the hall. Her brow furrows. Why were plants growing down here? In this musty, damp, and dark caverns of death and stone. Tenshi was not one to question the gods and instead thanked them as she moved from one room to the next. Pulling a shuriken from the sleeve on her shoulder, she slices some of the fern fronds and straps them to the leather that is wrapped around her shoulders.

It is then that she starts to hear the words from the others. Walking back into the hallway, she looks both ways before heading toward the main room. There she scents that the other three had gone down different paths. Which one to wander to first? The pup? The other older pup? Or Bylgja? Hm, Bylgja's voice calls out first. Ah, perfect. Heading down to where Bylgja is, Tenshi peeks her head in. "Salvia? We could have fun with that," Tenshi says with a playful smirk.

"Speech"