Grek cocked his head and shrugged. "Well, one thing you clearly haven't learned is how to lie convincingly."

He looked down at the outstretched hand, puzzled. "I don't...I don't get it. What is this?" he mumbled as he followed the two into the tunnel.


"Well, I'm looking forward to telling the chief I've had another productive day of not making any traps. At least not finished ones....Oh!" He exclaimed as he forgot about the fake trap that was still in the forest path somewhere. "...Nevermind, I'm sure it'll be fine where it is," he though to himself.

(Chekhov's Gun planted :3)