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As the darkness would envelop Phavia a small light would appear, flickering the in darkness a candle. Though even a candle in the absolute dark could feel like a sun. The light would grow in strength getting brighter signifying it was approaching. "What have we here?" A very sly voice called out echoing to Phavia in the dark trying to will the girl to her feet. To see if there was any fire left within her or if the catacombs had snuffed it out.

"Are you sure you'd like to die?" The voice called out louder now as it was close. The little orb of fire brightened illuminating the man that now knelt before the girl. A pair of fiery eyes began visible with a pale visage coming into light. Light blond hair that seemed to flow down over his eyes and a light huff blew them away no longer obscuring his vision. "What is it you seek?" The man inquired wondering what this one was doing in such a dangerous place. As the little orb of flame atop the mans shoulder sat a pair of eyes would float up focusing on the girl and a small mouth soon followed it giving the girl a very phlegmatic look as it was obviously awaiting the answer as well.

Surtr smirked at her reply. This one certainly had moxie. And he couldn't deny her logic. As she meekly drew a dagger before dropping it Surtr sighed softly. She was toeing the line half in and out of the grave. He thought about saving her but she seemed intent on bearing the load herself. If she would not share the weight what was the point in saving her? He looked upon her his eyes scanning her up and down. "What do you wish to do with what you seek...." Surtr asking changing the question now so that he could hopefully get some sort of cooperation out of this girl. He scooped up his little light holding it in the palms of his hands cupping it gently as if to protect it from the dark world all around them.

Things were stirring off in the distance a decision would need to be made soon. The girl would have to decide between trusting a stranger or allowing deaths cold trip to take hold. Surtr lifted the small living orb of fire up to his lips and blew into it gently. As he did the orb turned pink and wisps of pink fire would leave it falling upon Phavia. As they hit her they would flow through and warmth would begin to overtake it was not enough to return her strength but a taste of life in its twilight would keep that dying flame burning for a bit longer. "You'll have to take a chance I'm afraid.... a leap of faith..." He whispered softly offering a bargain to the woman. She was at a crossroads and it seemed there something was waiting to make a deal.

Surtr smirked softly as she told some tragic tale of her life. Everyone in this world had a tragic tale, what was the use dwelling in such a useless thing? As she finished her story he nodded. "We all have suffered, been cheated, and lost.... you just choose to let it define you."Surtr whispered softly as a terrifying roar echoed throughout the chamber. Surtr smirked to himself pulling up the sleeve on his left arm as if to check the watch that wasn't there. He was playing with the girl insinuating she needed to hurry if she sought his aid. His smirk seemed to brighten a bit as it appeared she had accepted his offer by meekly standing.

As she lied earlier Surtr could tell. She spoke about reverting to a pre monster appearance, shame really it was a rather poetic motivation despite being a farce. Part of his mind discipline allowed him such priveledges as discerning the truth. He didn't care much this was a most unsavory place and he a stranger. He would inquire again in the future but for now she had met the requisites for his help so she would receive it.

As she lost her footing Surtrs hands came out embracing the woman. She was rather cold deaths grip still attempting to cling to her. She told him her name and the mage smirked playfully. "My.... I would get quite the bounty for a traitor like you...." He whispered softly into her ear a most harmless and playful smile dancing across his lips. "Surtr..." Was all he said in reply for offering up his name. He scooped the girl up setting her atop his back his hands wrapping around her thighs perhaps a bit higher than they needed to be but now was not the time for such distinctions.

Saga his sentient flaming orb floated up atop his head it's two eyes peering over the back to look down at Phavia. He had her in such a piggyback that her hear would rest in the crook of his neck allowing ample space for communication. "Do tell what they god armaments are and what they can do..." Surtr whispered softly before glancing back at the little traitor before the two were off. The began their descent moving at a rather slow pace, though that was because Surtr was moving silently and cautiously. The size and volumw of the opposition was unknown and as such every care should be taken. As Phavia would lay on her back she would feel a great warmth. It would help increase her recuperation but Surtr himself knew no healing magic and had to save the potions he had on him for a much graver situation than this.

"In addition I'll need to hear your story if I am to tell it.... you seem so welcoming to death but I will not die here today." Surtr whispered softly to her peeking out from a corner before he stepped out with the traitor on his back. He had many tools that could make this easier but he didn't want to show such abilities not to such an unknown person as her.

"Relax Phavia.... You're frame is so small this is the best place to hold especially when you aren't wrapping your legs around my waist...You'd know it if I were making a move." He whispered stepping back against a wall as some creature slithered by. The light hit she gave garnered no reply perhaps Surtr was just absorbing the hit as penance for the way he was holding her or perhaps his mind was just occupied with the task at hand. As she began to shiver his heat would rise as if to meet and calm her attempting to warm the exile to keep deaths grip at bay. As Phavia would look at Surtr's little light it would turn a bright pink as smitten by her attention. "Calm yourself little light." Surtr whispered softly. It was peculiar that he would know its behavior without even seeing it. Despite this the ball of fire grew dimmer at Surtrs words and returned to its normal color of orange.

As she spoke of the god armaments Surtr nodded softly. Whatever she was letting him know he already knew. It made her more dangerous. "I see you didn't waste time being an arch mage...." He whispered as if to reveal that he knew more of her story than he initially let on. "So from one archmage to another.... why'd you do it?" He asked glancing back to her as he crossed the hallway rather quickly able to surprisingly well with her on her back.

As he went down the staircase he would hike her up on his back a bit so she was higher and would fit better against him. They reached the cathedral and Surtr didn't loosen his grip. "It'd be best if you just remained here.... Just warn me if you use magic while here." He whispered still remaining quiet. Such a rare object was unlikely to be taken so easily.