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Once again all seemed lost, the darkness was greater then ever Randold could no longer even see his hand. Strangely enough he did not feel terror, well really he felt nothing no emotion was left it seemed, not even the burning passion from earlier that helped him save Arise. Slowly the vine crawled up his leg, at first he tried shaking its tight grasp but only gave up, it seemed fruitless. Slowly his mind drifted, back to home, back to his workshop. More then ever he missed that old barn, it was his inner sanctum the walls filled with tools that only some carpenters could dream of, the days and nights practicing his craft. Some projects were small, craving simple figurines that he sold in the central market, while others were large, at least in the scale of the sleepy town he called home. Once he coordinated the building of a palisade around the village, the first major undertaking for quite sometime. He missed the old faces, the old sights, the peace seemed much too far despite, at least to his knowledge, that peace was not so long ago. 

He then drifted off to the more recent events, the first time waking up in these nightmare woods, the first, short and quite honestly probably the last time he met with the others who came with him, shoved into darkness just as he. These lands were very strange, and of course very terrifying, yet above all else Randold surprised himself the most. He never has been much for jumping into action, he did do his part but no more then that. Here it was different, twice now he took risks to save others, first the princess Arise, then whoever the girl was holding know. Randold always believed in the common good, that in order to prosper people had to cooperate, that putting the well being of everyone above his own needs was paramount to his own identity. It was not until now that those beliefs been really tested, life and death situations tend to have that effect. In the end at least Randold could say, if asked, that he was steadfast in keeping true to this. His focus snapped back to reality, or whatever kind of reality was he living in. That's right he was still himself, he was still alive so was the girl, and hopefully so was Arise and the boy. 

The vine has moved past his upper thigh, the pressure was only growing greater. He did not need to see to know the wolf was still there watching them, Randold knew now was not the time to give up. Up until this point he had only used action, what has that gotten him? As far as he could tell his actions only lead into more trouble, it was time to try something different, there had to be something other then brawn. If one could see Randold's face, they would be able to see the same fire in his eyes that shone before, before when he faced the wolf only minutes ago. He leaned down to Hania and whispered. "Do not worry, we're still alive, and for now that is enough."

He carefully lifted Hania out from under him, the last thing he needs is for her to fall down the hole or become lost in the shadows. He tried his best to stand up, only hampered by the vine, so instead he managed a half kneel. 

He stared into the blackness, he mentally steeled himself then yelled to the wolf, and whatever was with it. "I do not know why we are here, and in honestly I do no need to. What I do know is that we... they, the others that came with me to this land, have done nothing wrong that they deserve to live. So I ask you, whoever you are, to allow us to leave, myself and the girl here with me, to reunite with our comrades." Randold paused unsure if he should continue, however he knew that just asking wouldn't be enough. "If my first request cannot be fulfilled, then instead only allow the girl to survive, you can consider my own life to be forfeit, that I will cease any struggles to resist only if she is allowed to escape." Randold deep inside did not expect to see either of his requests honored, even then he kept waiting for any kind of response, still peering into the dark with defiant eyes.