[center][h1][color=red][u]G R A V E S[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]  [color=gray]• Tʜᴇ Dᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴ •[/color] [/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

Graves shot an irritated look toward the fiddler, his fingers scratching the interior of his palm as he considered lopping her head off and tossing her back in with the slimes. After a moment's deliberation, he decided against it. Obnoxious as that experience was, Tiferet's magic had proven helpful. It was one of many reasons they were all still in one piece.

[color=red] "Least one of us is having fun."[/color] He half chuckled, his throat still raw and dry from all of the shouting Graves had done in the heat of battle. It took a great deal of effort to keep himself from spiraling into existential despair because a video game was attempting to murder him; humor wasn't coming easily to the less-than-gentle giant.

Tif's overwhelming optimism helped him center himself, even if only a little bit.

It was enough to help him remain steady enough in mind to think critically on the argument Rael presented. He met her gaze, something between disbelief and shock brimming underneath his crimson pupils at the words that slipped from her lips.

Returning into that hellish pit? That was...nearly unthinkable. They had narrowly managed to slip away without one of them being crushed underneath the gelatinous tidal wave and consumed by the slimish horde. They would be testing fate by trying to go back inside. Yet, by that same token, some credence could be given to Rael's argument.

That room was far too well protected to be little more than another ambush. Those inlets were carved with intention; the creatures within were protecting something. The crossroads, perhaps? There were two other doors leading into separate halls. It could have meant this was the center of a spiraling labyrinth, and each hallway led back to this place.

Or it was but a single, near impossible obstacle on the long flight to make it out of this place. Suffice to say, if Graves ever managed to get out of there alive, he wouldn't be diving into another dungeon as long as he lived.

Silence filled the stony room. Everyone was considering Rael's words for themselves, absorbing the fact that they might be diving head first into danger once again. If this were still just a game, Graves wouldn't hesitate. He would be standing right beside Rael, likely spitting insults at the other party members for being so indecisive. Yet now...

Rael chose to break the silence herself. Well aware of the unspoken concerns of her compatriots, she offered a more thorough explanation, pleading with each of them to consider it closely. 

Graves's arms went over his chest as he did just that.

He had never been much good at puzzles. Brute force was his primary method of problem solving, and when that failed, he tended to (begrudgingly) rely on others to make up for where his skills were found lacking. Still, he knew how dungeons worked, more or less. He knew they were more than blank halls full of monsters meant to be beaten down in short order. There was a story behind each- one he rarely paid much attention to.

[color=red]"Well, uh..."[/color] Graves sighed, moving to run a hand through his thick locks. [color=red]"There were four'a these big ass doors. So I'm thinkin' either the road splits off in a bunch'a other directions, or all of 'em lead back in there."[/color] It wasn't much that he had to offer, but he wasn't exactly Einstein, either. [color=red]"The ceiling was grated too, like you'd see on a drain."[/color] It could've been to let in natural light. It reminded him of a drainage runoff, however; for what that was worth.

[color=red]"What, Red, you think those things were guardin' somethin'? Like a way out?"[/color]