Gorosk followed behind the others, happy to be wearing only his Monk robes.  At times the added protection of armor would be lovely, perhaps that filthy rat would not have drawn his blood had he been wearing something thicker or more solid, but he enjoyed the mobility and lightness the robes granted him.  Now, venturing beneath the Earth, more than ever he was happy to be able to move without added weight pulling his body about.  Still, his mobility would do him little good trapped behind others in so small an area.

Gorosk would have preferred to be either in the front, scouting stealthily, the head of the arrow so to speak, or in the very rear, but the Elf would need the space, it made sense.  With her at the back, in touch as she seemed with nature, perhaps they would get a warning should the vermin attempt to rush them from behind.  It would not be easy for them to all turn about in the small tunnel should they be ambushed, but with a slight heads up they may be fine.

He followed behind, ready to be leaving the dark dank confines of the tunnel almost as soon as he entered them, and hoped that the tunnel would soon open in to a chamber.  He did not wish to die under the Earth, hidden from the light of the sun, lost and forgotten.