I've heard whispers of it. People don't seem to speak kindly of the Underdark, unless of course they're from it.

[Realizing her arms are still half around him, Mirath lets him go and steps back. There's nothing like a hug dragging out a little too long to make things awkward.]

That's... good though. That you've got friends there to help you and watch your back.

[A beat.]

And hold your hand, by the sound of it.