Even on the back of her puppet, showing more confidence than the others the dreadful claustrophobic feeling weighed down on the skullkid. Her shoulders sagged, she fidgeted under the metaphorical weight. The shine and sparkle of new uncharted territory wore out pretty quick. Jillian stared down the creepy and sort of neat lookin' skull as it (quite literally) rattled off its rhyme and riddles. Lethe noted the torches held no heat and Naviela commented how the walls didn't match up. They figured out more than she had any right to figuring anything out.

If there was one way the skullkid could contribute it was testing the waters and the theories. Fearless leaders showed no fear.

She spit on both of her palms, rubbing them together she jumped off the back of her puppet. She held up the lantern squinting at the wall before them. 

"[color=salmon]If the wall is lookin' like a fake and the torches too, then may as well test out the theory.[/color]"

She pointed at the wall giving the command, "[color=salmon]Puppet! Forward![/color]" 

Without hesitation the puppet stepped up to the wall, the twine shot [i]through[/i] the wall and the puppet disappeared to the other side.