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Team Din, as Lev was beginning to think of his odd assortment of immediate companions, was more or less sorted out and proceeded to press forward, the Poe fascinated by Noi's transformation, for a lack of better term, and the true mechanical nature of the creature, machination, Unidentified Stomping Object, became quite apparent when a facsimile of a face was visible, followed by the pouring of a water skin into a glowing port in his chest. Lev had dared venture closer to the machine, studying him under his lantern light with renown curiosity. He'd spent countless years consuming whatever literary tomes he could get his hands on, and not once did he come across anything that described what he was seeing now. 

Superficially, Lev recalled the Iron Knuckles that were associated with the Gerudo Tribes and how some accounts made them seem less than human with poor women forced to be bonded with the suits whereas others simply described them as specially trained warriors who wore a hulking suit of armour like any other. There was a Gerudo among the group, wasn't there? Lev would have to inquire with her when they were free of this wretched place. He looked back and made eye contact with Veitaru. [color=teal][i]Well, the older one, anyways.[/i][/color] he thought, leading the way once more when Noi seemed to be back into a more or less mobile condition.

The tunnel opened up not long after and it became quite apparent that things were not going to get more pleasant as they ventured deeper into the bowels of the Temple. Finding a single lit torch in the center of the chamber, which upon approaching turned out to reveal something that probably was making a few people consider snuffing the flame out to spare their eyes. Skeletal remains and the very obvious signs of what had killed them, a variety of weapons and torture implements, dotted the room, along with cages and piles of hay that were the makeshift beds for the poor bastards that had lived out their remaining days here before their Sheikah guards managed to make them perish. Did any of them become Poes, he wondered, inspecting the iron maidens from afar. He didn't care to open the heavy iron doors to find out what lied within. Best case scenario, nothing. Worst case...

Some shelving caught his eye with a variety of inventory that actually still looked usable. Lev regarded the contents for a moment, and his eyes were drawn to a jar of blue flame that burnt without air or a source of fuel, against all logic or reason. It was a fascinating thing, and one the Poe found himself drawn inexplicably towards. He recalled that there was blue magic fire that could freeze things, or was it melt a magical sort of ice? His memory of the passages was foggy at best, and without asking if anyone else was interested in it, Lev stuffed it way in the same ether within his robes where he stored his journal. 

Hanging from a ceiling without a roof were three large cages that swayed without reason, something that considering everything else in the room, probably had a good reason for although not one that anyone would care to find out. With a half-annoyed, somewhat concerned grunt, Lev decided he should probably go figure out what was causing them to sway, or if there was another chamber above. Unless someone like Felicia or Veitaru planned on climbing the chains (he doubted Jaege or Noi were up to such a task), Lev was the only one suited for such an endeavor. [color=teal]"May I say that I am not at all pleased with being the kind of person who has to act like the first victim of about 25% of horror stories? I'm going to go check where those chains are hanging from to make sure that nothing horrible is waiting for us. I should be able to defend myself, unlike people who need both hands for not falling to their deaths. But hey, take it from the undead fellow, it's not so bad."[/color] he said, knowing that if he were physically capable of sighing, he would be at this juncture as he floated up to the opening above. [color=teal]"Wish me luck."[/color] he pleaded, ascending the shaft, lantern lighting the way, although not nearly as efficiently as Lev was strictly comfortable with.