[A rescue mission, then. Such an assignment makes sense; Dimitri has no recollection of how he ended up in this place, nor any idea how to leave. Loath as some remnant of childish pride is to let her save him, he is glad he's been found.

Her armor, rich color warped by the contrasting cave lights, isn't strange to him. In Faerghus anyone with such a fine set would wear it often, even to peaceful occasions.

Which this may or may not be, depending on the other creatures that dwell in the cavern.

He's opened his mouth to ask about such beasts when she changes the subject.] Ah.

[His focus blurs, and suddenly he's looking back into fires and unrecognizable people crying for help.

A blink, then he's back in reality.] There was a tragedy in the village of Remire - their homes were destroyed, and so many lost their lives.

[He inhales sharply - he can still smell the lingering scent of fire and flesh.]

We strung the entrails of the ones responsible through the streets. [And that's when his smile returns, polite and proud of a good deed.]