Cullen chuckles and nudges him with his pauldron. "I used to get lost out here all the time. You start fighting. It spreads out. One rise looks exactly like another with twisting paths that cross back on themselves, and so many sets of feet treading them that before you know it you've walked a circle four times before someone else stumbles onto you. Add in darkness, and it's ten times worse."

He tosses the spent root aside and climbs back up to his feet again, careful of the skirting. "There used to be pockets of Tal'Vashoth, too. I haven't heard of movement out of them for a while now. That doesn't mean they're all gone."

He tucks a thumb into his sash and regards him with amusement. "Believe me when I say I trust your competence. I wouldn't have invited you if I didn't."