Why would Camellia bother?

Venn nods slightly at Wenduag, and then catches Anevia's eyes and smiles. 

After the next encounter with giant bugs (there's enough of them that Venn ends up using a Grease to split them up in addition to her song, and Seelah ends up taking a hit before they all drop), she finds herself walking next to Anevia.

"Hey." Anevia's friendly, but it doesn't stop her from being the hardest person in the group to get a good read on.

Venn is loving the challenge, honestly! People she can't really read are interesting, and if they're friendly at the same time that's even better. (She does not make it hard to read that she's enjoying herself, when chatting with people.)

"Hey," she replies agreeably, and then (both because she's actually very curious and because it seems like an interesting thing to ask) follows up with "so is it broadly known in Kenebras that there's people living in these caverns? That these caverns exist?"

"Everyone knows we've got Darklands connections somewhere. Most cities do if you go down far enough. And there's stories that way back when some of the crusaders got lost in them and their descendants are still lurking down there - but I thought they were just tavern stories. They never included that the 'monsters' were friendly."

She nods. "Huh. Absalom has some really huge understructures connected to the sewers there. I've only been down once or twice, but the scale of it was humbling, and I've heard many tales about the strange things that live down there." 

She glances around tactfully, and then casts message targeting Anevia and whispers: "What do you make of them?"

And once it's clear the underground people are distracted, "I trust him. I don't trust her. He's young, but he means well. We're not her people and we're not her." 

She knows not to nod while using message, and instead whispers (as she looks around, perhaps for even more giant bugs) "Yeah, Lann seems like a good kid. Wenduag..." Sigh.

"I'll see if I can get a better read on her once we stop for a rest. It'd be nice if we could rely on her; she's very good with that bow of hers."

Normal volume. "You wouldn't happen to be carrying any cold iron arrows yourself, would you?"

"Three," she admits. "Only had one quiver with me when I fell." 

She nods. Not amazing, but three is more than none, and she's not faring much better.

"I've only got five. Hopefully we can find a few more." The loot situation hasn't been super promising so far; maybe the Shield Maze will have better pickings.