"Ah, of course you packed enough powder to blow us to the Hinterlands." Erika replied with a light laugh. "Well, keep it handy. We may need your pyrotechnic expertise after all." She said. Erika was more than relieved to have made it to the nearby cave, safe from the everlasting pounding of the raindrops outside. It was almost like torture, being that cold and wet. She had to admit, it was impressive Flint held his ground for so long without escaping into one of these tunnels himself while he was waiting on her. 

Suddenly, a sickening laughter came bellowing off the walls of the cavern at the pair. Erika turned and had an arrow notched in her bow in an instant, her stance was offensive and quiet as she moved to the far wall of the cave. Unfortunately, the cloud cover outside left little light to flood the cave, and she soon realized her bow may not be of much service to her, no matter how good of a shot she was. If she couldn't see, she couldn't guarantee the shot. 

Instead, her hands swapped out the long bow for the dagger at her hip, which she brought up in a defensive motion just as the source of the ill cackle came rounding the corner of the stone walls around them. He had the benefit of a Templar's uniform, shrouded in metal head to toe except for the helmet which he was lacking. In a few swift motions, Erika moved her dagger across the trained weak spots in the armor, ending with a final stab to the throat. Poor sap barely saw it coming. 

Blood trickled down the shiny metal of the Templar's armor, from the wrists and elbows where the assassin's dagger had slipped through the joints in the steel to find the veins that lie in the flesh beneath. The body slumped against the cold damp wall, a soft [i]ching[/i] sound as it did. 

Erika turned to Flint with a look of relief on her face, but as she went to open her mouth to say something (a smartass comment, no doubt), the reverberating sound of footsteps could be heard echoing towards them from further down the tunnel. A lot of them.

"Tarek?!" A voice called out. But Tarek wouldn't be answering them.

The bard's eyes widened and she looked at her comrade. There was little chance they could take on the lot of them if they were jacked up on lyrium or worse. Not without any backup at least.

"I don't suppose you have that Gaatlok you were talking about earlier handy, do ya?" Erika said with a bit of humor in her voice. "Subtlety is overrated, anyway." She said with a sarcastic roll of her eyes. There was one thing for sure, they weren't going to fare well in this dark cave if a handful of Templar's wanted revenge for poor ol' Tarek there. At the very least, they needed to take the fight outside. Of course, blowing the cave and trapping them all underneath piles of rubble wasn't a bad option either. 

"C'mon, we're about to have company. And not the kind who shares their tea." Erika said before quickly exiting the cave, drawing her bow from her back again as she made her way out. "I'll cover you while you set the powder, go on then Flint. Just try not to blow your eyebrows off."