Mr. Ghurst entered the tunnel behind the elf and her guardian. Though he would have loved to take point, Riad and Aron saw fit to rush ahead in their madness. Ghurst could have warned them to touch nothing, but the advice probably would have fallen on deaf ears. With Edwin's talk of modifying the communicators and Marianne and Richards's nonsense, he had to wonder if any besides Kai, Ash, and himself were taking this seriously. Instead he forced his focus on their surroundings. The evidence of what head befallen the other team was here, he just had to notice it or its absence. 

In the meantime Ghusrt took the opportunity to light one of their lanterns and draw his rollvolver. The shadows instantly sharped as they were pushed back and the spare bottles of oil tied to his belt clinked softly with the motion. It reminded him of another annoyance. They hadn't had the time to procure the types of explosives he'd wanted. They had some, but Ghurst had his doubts that he could rig them properly in an emergency. All he could do was hope that Ash, who seemed to possess some sort of fire magic, could possibly turn it to some explosive ends if the need arose.