Bonesplinter Ravine finally getting to sleep

she was slightly reassured by his grin -- despite his massive features, the grin was genuine the way it loosely hung from his lips. indra had always been wary of strangers, but she did have a gift for detecting guile -- and it seemed no sort of dishonesty remained on troy's winsome muzzle.

she looked about them, her gaze trailing along the sunken walls where cracks and splits reamed through the faceless granite. a small laugh escaped her as she heard his comment - she wouldn't wish it on anyone either.  the bones and the half-rotted flesh were not exactly inviting and indra could not imagine them decorating the front face of a home decor magazine.

"i'm just wandering." she started, eyeing the countless pale bones that littered the hard floor. "i was from duskvale, but they're not around anymore. i was down here specifically for shelter, but i'm not sure if i like it here." she frowned, finding the grim decor most unsavory.