Teleri grins at Drogo as she pockets the chalk in a pocket high along her vest shoulder and makes sure her swords are ready to draw and her holy symbol visible. She plans on making those marks in addition to elvish runes (making sure they can find their way back) every time they make a junction. She has her bow out, an arrow ready. If they come into conflict, she plans on firing as many as she safely can before resorting to her swords.
Also if she has time, she will cast faerie fire, just in case the naga has invisible minions. ^)^
"Thank you Drogo," she replies, her smile dispelling some of the grimness that marked her features since they entered the well. "I do not know about the rest of you, but Elves are not their best underground and can get quickly lost and during the excitment, we may forget where to go. I for one, do not wish to spend any more time than we must down here," (this is right at when Drogo complements her on the chalk idea)
"Yea gods, being in the hands of that creature," she shivers, by comparision, her own encounter with Nyami was relatively civilized. "I would not wish that on my worst enemy," she says softly as they head down the southern branch.