Azieth released a pained grunt of discomfort, wearily shifting his head towards Deidre after the young Princess offered him a helping hand. Brushing the accumulated gravel and dirt from his cloak, he offered her something of a quiet nod, before eventually speaking.
"You have my apologies, but it seems I have made a grave error. We need to find a way out of these tombs, before my fears are confirmed."
Reaching back towards his blade, he wrapped his fingers around the hilt before withdrawing the sword from its sheath, his eyes quickly scanning across the darkened catacombs which lay ahead, searching for any sign of an unlit torch from when they were originally built for men to lay their dead to rest. With something of an optimistic half-smile, it was to his fortune that one lay just across the wall to them, and he was grateful for having remembered to restock his equipment before he'd taken rest at the inn that evening. Slipping a hand into one of his pouches, he withdrew a tinder box and with it, was able to light up the formerly unlit torch hanging on the catacomb wall. Lifting it up, the area around them was illuminated to reveal a dark, dank environment, filld with various stones and discarded bones which once belonged to men who'd been laid to rest here.
As much as he disliked it, their only way out would be to navigate their way through the catacombs, which also meant they'd most likely be forced to encounter whatever lay ahead, unworldly or not. Though, the earlier voice had made him think, particularly the reference to the 'Star of Oblivion'. He'd heard it many times before, from his father in tales, of how the greed of men would lead to their downfall at the hands of the ancients. Of paintings on cave walls and guardians of the world, assigned to carry out the duties that their ancient masters had set for them. Even then as a child, he'd known them as just that; tales. But were these so-called 'tales' true, or was this voice merely trying to decieve them? He did not know, though he could not avoid the dread-inducing feeling that he would soon find out. Motioning towards the passage that lay ahead, he spoke once more to Deidre, before continuing on.
"Come, and have your blade at the ready. I do not know what lies ahead."