The mage was light enough, and Raikon hoisted him up onto his shoulders. As the copper eyed man stared at the gemstone Raikon craned his neck to try to get a better look. He couldn't really understand what Dacheus was saying, he kept mumbling and interrupting himself. He felt the shifting balance coming a few seconds too late. He tried to adjust, and would have been alright until Dacheus told him to move closer. The mage leaned too far, or something he couldn't quite tell, but it was enough.

Raikon gripped Dacheus' ankles as the man reeled forward, trying to pull him into an easier fall, but the mans upper body collided with the statue and everything shifted backwards, forcing the Captain to take a step back with it. Dacheus hit the ground in front of him with a painful thwack. The entire scene was more entertaining than it should have been, and Raikon had to stifle a laugh for a couple of seconds. He was brought back when the angry voice told him to let go of his feet.

He let go and coughed, covering his smirk with his hand as Caspian drew closer. Raikon turned to face the Cleric, and thought carefully about Kalakyth, Dulyns... He didn't know those places, not from anything, story or truth.

"Not nice at all, mhm." He nodded in agreement. He looked down at the elf, still unconscious on the floor, and then at the mage now staring intensely at the gem above him. "I think we should probably leave this room. If we were brought here for a reason, whatever did it will be coming to check this place." He looked back over to Dacheus, speaking louder, "It might be better to worry about the gem later. I want to get a look of the area."

Dacheus didn't respond. Raikon called to the mage again, but Dacheus was staring at the gem, mumbling low enough that he couldn't hear what the man was saying. The captain looked cautiously at the gem, too frightened now to want to be anywhere near it, and then turned to Caspian with a frown. He nodded towards the stupefied mage, "I think we need to get out of here." He glanced around and picked up a small branch and wrapped his oiled tarp around it, making a small, makeshift torch in case they needed it later. He stowed it in his belt for easy access.

He took a step toward the archway but then stopped himself. He glanced at the elf woman once more and then turned to the Cleric. "Caspian, are you going to have a problem with leaving them here? I can't scout and carry her at the same time, you'd have to do it if you want to take her with us. And I don't know what to do about him" He averted his eyes, "But I don't think its a good idea to try right now." He also wanted to say they should take their weapons, in case she decided to wake up and stalk them later or the mage felt sore about their leaving, but felt that his suggestion of leaving them here would be hard enough to swallow already.