He hurries from the room and its faded, broken pieces of furniture when Wen Ning calls out to him. Clapping his hands once he's inside, he smiles at Wen Ning, nodding to the trapdoor.
"Well done! Time to descend into the depths, ah?"
The least he needs before they're heading down, bypassing this not particularly trapped if the leeches spotted in the waters as they go were discounted from the tallying. Mold in all its dizzying irksome ways for the rooms they find themselves half forced to enter to skirt down further, but oh, here the waters drip and he pauses, looking at the marked depths before them at these lowest levels. Below the level of the ground outside, he suspects, which says little. Much of this is below that level by now.
These stairs descend right into dark waters, but not dark water. Light glitters down here, and — there, he thinks, squinting into the dark.
"Looks like we've found the right place," he says, flashing Wen Ning a smile. He gathers himself to leap to the dias, the angle poor but manageable so he might avoid the waters here entirely. His eyes travel the curving arc of the gateway, and he nods to himself. "An intact gateway. Karsa will be overjoyed."
Such a dry, self-amused statement. Karsa will be glad if fewer of them remain after they get it activated, but the inactive beacon is hardly the only interesting part of this underground room.
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"Well done! Time to descend into the depths, ah?"
The least he needs before they're heading down, bypassing this not particularly trapped if the leeches spotted in the waters as they go were discounted from the tallying. Mold in all its dizzying irksome ways for the rooms they find themselves half forced to enter to skirt down further, but oh, here the waters drip and he pauses, looking at the marked depths before them at these lowest levels. Below the level of the ground outside, he suspects, which says little. Much of this is below that level by now.
These stairs descend right into dark waters, but not dark water. Light glitters down here, and — there, he thinks, squinting into the dark.
"Looks like we've found the right place," he says, flashing Wen Ning a smile. He gathers himself to leap to the dias, the angle poor but manageable so he might avoid the waters here entirely. His eyes travel the curving arc of the gateway, and he nods to himself. "An intact gateway. Karsa will be overjoyed."
Such a dry, self-amused statement. Karsa will be glad if fewer of them remain after they get it activated, but the inactive beacon is hardly the only interesting part of this underground room.