Nerea didn't notice the man casting looks back at her, and instead just kept her eyes cast downward, not wanting to let him have the satisfaction of seeing her so tired out. She heard the demons, perhaps miles away, shrieking in their foreign tongue. The sound made her eyes widen in fear, and she pressed onward, trying to ignore the harsh pains that stabbed in her sides from cramps deep within. It seemed as though the path stretched on endlessly, when in reality she was simply just exhausted at the distance seemed like a mile or more.
She only slowed her pace down when she felt herself nearing the man, and once she fell into step beside him, her eyes traveled to the trap door that was up ahead. It seemed completely obvious now that she knew what to be looking for, but it struck her as odd that in all of the years she had lived here, not once had she ever come across it. Perhaps I just wasn't looking, she thought vaguely. Yes, that had to be it. There was no other explanation, as she would never want to admit that she was just unobservant.
His words were harsh, and Nerea felt herself bristle at how commanding he sounded. She felt half-tempted to demand why he had even offered to help her in the first place, but was cut off as he suddenly descended into the darkness, leaving her alone in the street, the sound of harsh shrieks becoming louder in her ears. The decision between her pride and her safety was a simple one, and after a moment she followed him, taking care to close the door behind her as he had asked. The last thing she wanted was for the demons to discover the rest of the resistance for her fault. But if they were anything like this man, perhaps she wouldn't mind at all if they were completely pulverized by the demons. He had been fowl enough towards her to make her want to break her usual pacifism.
Nerea found herself descending down into what seemed to be a very dimly-lit hole. As she silently picked her way down, thankful that her tired legs did not give way underneath her weight, it became aware to her that her eyes were adjusting in the darkness, and shapes were beginning to form in front of her.
It seemed as though they were standing at the entrance of an enormous, underground auditorium. Tents scattered the ground, and she could see that the place was illuminated by firepits that were carefully placed between them. Along the back walls, she could see what appeared to be large jail cells, barred by thick iron poles. She wondered what exactly they kept in there, and found herself paling as she imagined. No doubt they kept their prisoners there, and she probably was going to be the next one. For a moment she considered dashing back up the stairs and into the world above, but the reminder of demons kept her standing still, her eyes set on the man in front of him. It seemed as though he was not very pleased to have returned, either. Was this camp as dark as it seemed?
She directed her gaze toward the man who had brought her here, taking in his appearance in the dim firelight. For being a part of the resistance, he certainly didn't seem very happy to be back at his camp. But why, though? The question burned on her tongue as she was tempted to voice it, but after a moment she reminded herself that she did not care. This man had been incredible rude, and she didn't need to feel anything towards him. Silently she approached him, her eyes still narrowed as they had been before. "So are you going to lock me up, then?" she asked conversationally, her voice hushed as she looked pointedly over towards the jail cells. She didn't seem as though the prospect of being imprisoned was one that particularly bothered her, however, and beneath her mask of annoyance, it was slightly visible that she also felt nervous to be a stranger in this environment.