Mhorva chews at her lip while Sorgrimm relays the information about the Earth Cult, and when he finishes, she grunts quietly in acknowledgment. She'd never heard of an Earth Cult, leastways not one that would do something like this. Then again, she'd spent most of her life in one corner of the world and relatively unconcerned with anything outside its borders. P'raps I should've stayed, she thinks.
Well, I don't know what yeh're gettin' yehrselves into, but we should return t' the surface; people will be curious, and 'twill be dark soon. And afore we know it, another poor soul will be sent down here and perish for no reason. Death begets death, she notes with an air of inevitability. If there's nothing else then, come. The hallway's pitch 'til we round the corner left, but the stone'll guide yeh. With that, she turns and steps through the doorway.