[color=fff200]"Well, I guess that solves the loyalty and skill problems."[/color] Ambrosio stood up, shaking off some rubble and dusting his gear off. He checked his mask for any damage, seeing none. [color=fff200]"Mask is still good, how about my veil."[/color] He looked down and nodded as his plating was virtually unscathed. He tested his ability to drain attack, finding a bit of comfort in his self-created hounds. He gave one a pat on the head as if it were a pet before letting them return to being his cloak.

His bardiche and shield lay off to the side, knocked loose from his grip during the fall. He walked over and picked up the polearm, inspecting its shaft, seeing nothing but scuffing. The blade was much the same but with a few scratched from previous unlucky owners. His shield was worn but sturdy and still easily held, so he figured all his gear was sufficient for most purposes. He wanted better gear, but the ones who sent them here seemed disinterested in thralls actually having success.

Looking toward the two choices, he sighed. [color=fff200]"Decisions and choices. Let's follow the tracks. Perhaps a station will lead back up."[/color] He set off down the path with tracks, heading towards the intersection to see about possibly tracking back up.