The crazy woman in grey had begun ranting about hatred of the motes from the world of darkness, before she seemed to storm off towards the rubble filled stairs. Carl-Johan gave her a strange look, before he turned to look at not only his other companions, if he could even call them that, but also the large tower they had entered from the hallway. The other two women had quickly taken to climbing the vines hanging from the railing of the floor above, however, he didn't think the vines there would hold him, so he set about looking at the sigils over each of the hallways.

Over the hallway the group had exited from was a zigzagging line, but without context Carl-Johan didn't know what the symbol could mean. So he set about the perimeter to examine what other symbols were over the other five halls. At first he thought the zigzag lines were representative of the elements, but as each hall revealed another zigzag pattern, he wasn't sure. By the time he returned to his original hall, he decided they must be some archaic numbering system. He also felt he had seen these symbols somewhere else recently, but that didn't help him discover their meaning. 

While traversing the whole path, he had peeked down each hallway, finding them to be just like the one he had come from. The other man, the one in dark navy, also seemed to have a inclination to investigate the area around him, just as Carl-Johan did, however, he was becoming pretty distraught as he examined the halls, so maybe he wasn't exactly stable. Carl-Johan was pretty accepting of the world around him. He did not try to fight the way things were and instead found ways to adapt and move forward. Maybe that was why he had not had any trouble with the motes like the woman called Theon. Maybe that was why even now he did not speak and ask questions, but instead continued to gather information about the area. Maybe that was why he was calm, and others seemed to be clearly shaken.

Carl-Johan shook his head, letting his long brown hair flick around his face. Running a hand through it to keep it out of his eyes, he looked for ways to the next floor, as the only way out was clearly up. The rubble filled stairs would take a long time to clear without help, and without food he hoped to try to preserve his energy. The large pillars by the crumbling railing, seemed rather sturdy, especially considering the weight they were supporting above them. They too, though, were covered in vines, and he felt this would be the best means to ascend. Finding a steady footing, first on the railing, which seemed to grind and break apart under the added weight, and then in the vines, Carl-Johan climbed his way to the second floor.