[color=7da7db][h3]Varrus Volkanon[/h3][/color]


	Varrus followed along in cautious silence, his eyes doing their best to capture the details of this strange environment from the dull light of the torch. Even now, he was wary of traps and possible misdirection, but (for now at least) it seemed they were stuck in a tower or rounded dungeon of some sort. As they came to a stopping point, Varrus began to take note of what seemed like etching on the walls. He wasted no time in approaching the etching (or at least enough to read them); reading the verses out loud in a soft and thoughtful tone that seemed to betray his earlier demeanor. 

	After reading the first verse; Varrus was slightly confused by it's meaning. It seemed to be a set of directions or a vague riddle... Even now he began looking about the room for possible signs of glinting light or ominous figures. Then, something cliked inside of his head. Roar, Dancing, and aura. Granted the last was merely an educated guess based on the first, but they seemed to be things that described an open fire or flame. At this point his attention diverted to the torch in the Armored Woman's hands, staring at it with now narrowed eyes. [i]'Why the torches?'[/i] He turned back to the inscriptions as he continued to read. The second verse could very easily describe a torch, however the flame bearing sticks did not drip unless one referred to it's embers. 

	However, despite his best efforts, Varrus could not determine the benefits of torches in their escape. The room hand no exits and appeared to be made of some sort of stone- or likewise substance. It wasn't as if they could burn down their prison; and even if they did, they risk losing their lives in the ensuing inferno. With a subtle growl and gritting of his teeth, the young man rounded as he faced the group.

	"[color=7ea7d8]Well, these torches hold the key to our salvation in some manner. What good they do other then to light the way around a sealed room, I'm not entirely sure.[/color]" His voice had it's usual curt undertone, though he seemed a bit more thoughtful in his remarks. Internally, he was disappointed in himself for not having the answers off hand, but had resigned to relying on the group for thoughts and ideas, "[color=7ea7d8]We cannot set fire to this place, nor does there seem to be any other fixture of which to arrange them. Suggestions?[/color]"