[center][h1][color=754F44]Arendal Nevarth[/color][/h1][/center][hr]
Arendal could have named thousands of more reasonable things to do than go any deeper into the ruins. Yet, that did not stop him from following after the man, a morbid curiosity beginning to grow inside of him. Hand clutching tightly onto his staff he ventured into the dimness. 

It felt like he was walking into a tomb, the old air drying out his throat. A look of disgust was lost in the dark, only to be illuminated by a light of the man's own creation. Arendal wasn't as lost in the darkness, but they were far better off seeing what was coming, even if that meant something would equally see them coming as well. "[color=754F44]I suppose it will be a lot better than stumbling onto something and all of us being surprised. Or, falling into a hole,[/color]" he trailed off, pointing to a gaping area that had been obscured. Walking over to it he peered over the side. It wouldn't have been a pleasant fall, but the floor was visible below, covered in the fallen debris. Backing away from the hole he hoped that it was age that made it cave in. 

From the outside, the structure really didn't look like much. Being on the inside really showed that there was more to it than he had anticipated.