Brynvela, with a nod of agreement, prepares to delve into the ancient ruin's depths by adjusting her leather armor for mobility, her crimson eyes fixed on the treacherous path ahead, and draws her enchanted sword with a fluid, almost feline grace that contrasts with her recent injury, as she cautions her companion about the lethal cunning of the Afflicted and their deadly traps, ready to lead the stealthy infiltration of the Arcanex.