[Centre][b] Imperium [/b][/centre]

With his attempt at rhetorics quickly put to rest by the good general Aslo continued forward in general silence, a smug looking grin upon his face. He listened half heartedly as the Draconian looking Raen made his snide remarks towards the mercenaries. Not altogether a great idea, but should he be found rended limb from limb later on in the mission... Well at least Aslo would know to give the pair a wider berth in the future.

Presently the presence of magic concerned him most. He was more or less prepared for whatever [I] creatures[/I] may lie ahead, after all one does not enter into a tomb or derelict structure such as this without expecting to run into some kind of crawlies. Being no stranger to these dark kind of structures Aslo fully expected spiders and rats of giant proportion, magic however was always a game changer. The calls at the entrance now made even more ominous by the soft laugher of a child. [I]How very clichéd. [/I] Ghost stories of countless campfires flooded to the surface of his mind, each teasing at what could lie ahead.

As they entered the dining hall, Aslo found himself towards the middle of the room, glancing casually about. It wasn't until the chittering began that the hairs on his neck stood on end. Like some of the others he looked towards the darkness above, drawing his sword, and throwing dagger, and mentally preparing his bag of tricks should the situation call for them. He took note of the webs around the hall, and deduced (brilliantly) that it must be spiders. As one of the Imperium soldiers, now looking much less experienced tried a door only to find it locked, Aslo sighed looking to the general "I don't suppose you have the key?" He said with a wide smile.

There were of course other exitside from the hall, but testing any of them himself didn't excite him. True there were likely spiders above them, but that didn't mean there weren't spiders lying in wait through them, or worse... it was then that Aslo chose to be vocal "Some spiders are known to lay traps, while we may expect them from the ceiling I wouldn't be wholly shocked to have them spring from those corridors, keep a watchful eye, Archer." He said addressing Raen in the doorway, but also everyone in the group as well. He stood prepared scanning from darkness overhead, to over his shoulders, as prepared as possible for danger to spring forth.