"Why would anyone want to ambush a bunch of idiots walking unwarned into their bolthole," said a sarcastic voice from up ahead, shadowed by the darkness beyond lantern and the flames. "You're lucky you brought a light, or you'd've been filled with holes before you got any further."

There came footsteps down the hall, until Zanru's face showed darkly in the lights they held. She turned and whistled behind her, and the dull click of a safety being switched came muffled down the tunnel. Only one.

Zanru turned back to them, crossing her arms, not coming any closer than a handful of feet. It was close enough that they should be able to see the tool-belt around her waist and the pistol on her hip which was most certainly not of kedanese make. "The Justicar sending Foreigners out as bait now, or are you here because you've realised she's a shit who needs a handful of sharp objects shoved up her ass?"