[hr][hr][center][h2][color=f7941d]Othen Perelyn[/color][/h2][/center][hr][hr]

[color=f7941d]"I'm not hurt, but it could hurt me if we hesitate much longer. This place is too strange for me to stand around doing nothing."[/color] Othen's voice was like thunder, though he didn't actively intend it to be that way. The echoing gave it that effect.
 [color=f7941d]"I suggest not looking far ahead as long as it is not absolutely necessary. That whatever-it-was could return and blind the next one. I'll go ahead."[/color] Othen didn't see much of a point in attempting to answer Floure's question. The truth was: He had no idea of where they were, and it was a more than feasible assumption for him that noone else had. So the logical conclusion was to go ahead. He already was in front of the others, and in his mind, he was well suited for the leading end with both his shield and his axe. Of course the risk was increased, but someone had to do it and a risk was nothing Othen was afraid of. [color=f7941d]"Does anybody have torches ? We could really need one, now!"[/color]

Despite the almost complete lack of light, the more than hulking berserker started moving, slowly putting one foot in front of the other while using his hands as sensors. There was a series of rather tight bottlenecks ahead: large rocks protruding into the way from both sides. Othen had to squeeze through walking sideways hard enough that it left some minor, but visible grazes behind on his back and breast. [color=f7941d]Emmett be careful. You need any help ?"[/color] Did he start to feel sympathy for Captain Cocky ? He probably did... The place seemed foul and a rather major part of him wanted Emmett to get his eyesight back. Him being blind would not help him and would not help all of them a bit, and even Rook's nephew had not - yet - earned such a terrible fate. He pushed himself against the wall right behind the first narrowing, giving the other members of the expedition enough space to move into the gap as well while waiting for Emmett to answer.