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Dangerous. That was the first thought that crossed through Ochre's mind as his gaze slowly surveyed the room, a hand clenched firmly onto the pommel of his sword. From his place in the middle of the party, the armorsmith couldn't help but liken the space to a transitional stage within a dungeon, where the enemies would begin to rise in strength or the stage for a mini-boss. Orbs of jade glanced to and fro in a slow, methodical fashion as his eyes processed the environment around them. Pillars to use as cover, chains to manipulate and restrain pursuers, an unknown liquid that could or could not be an environmental hazard. It was all to keep down the anxiety that rose from the situation, as well as prepare for any surprises that the dungeon may have in store.

He wasn't a fool to believe that the room had been left empty as a rest point, a brief moment of relief before one continued through the gauntlet. No, this was a trap, and he would need to treat it as such until proven otherwise. As the others continued to be preoccupied with how to go about the advance through the room, the armorsmith began to make his way out of the center, the clink of his bronze armor audible beneath the mutters of his peers. Ochre eventually found himself at the middle of the vanguard, amongst the other tanks and bruisers of the party while his half-lidded gaze glanced between the three doors. [color=orange]"Should move at some point,"[/color] he offered unhelpfully towards those who had kept the party intact so far. He didn't mean to seem rude, but they really did need to get going. The longer they tarried at this empty room, the faster the groups morale will deteriorate before they could even reach the final boss room.

Even after his announcement, however, not many seemed willing to step forwards. So, with an internal sigh at how bothersome this game had become for him, he took the first step out of formation. Someone had to do it. It was inevitable, and needed to happen at some point. While he was perfectly fine with waiting and being patient, they couldn't waste time. Who knows what was happening above ground, and to be perfectly honest he could only hope a bit of rushing could lead to a period of long, uninterrupted rest. So he took a few steps out towards the blue liquid, his body moved into a crouch next to it as he pulled out one of the ogre teeth he had "gathered" from the ambush a few rooms back. And, with the grace of a scientist hoping that a chemical mixture won't explode in his face, dropped it into the channel of azure. At the very least, if this somehow killed him, he could rationalize that being dead was less troublesome than dealing with this death game.