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[hr][@Cu Chulainn][@Crusader Lord][@Rune_Alchemist]

As the specters did their work, and the others began to put out their their ideas for the near future, Donovan slowly moved across the walls. Old stonework buildings were a funny thing-- often hiding small secrets in the way they were built whether that was culture, age, technology, or something else entirely. The pods the group had been ejected from were reason enough to figure the building had more than meets the eye going on within.  Maybe there was something hidden in the walls of the building? Be it pipes, wires, or whatever else? Perhaps another, more hidden exit? 

Only investigation would provide such answers.

Sliding along the newly bare walls, Donovan gently moved his hands across each surface; feeling for stones that seemed out of place, a knock here and there to find any hollowed spaces, and otherwise scanning for anything else that might be of interest.  Listening intently to his fellows as he worked, he nodded in agreement with their ideas, [color=lightgreen]"Aye, weh stick together. Get a beat on tha' surroundin' area. Take what weh can. Find anybodeh else that might'uh been brought ere', then get th' hell outta dodge."[/color] 

The last nail had been pound into the ramp and four of Donovan's workers had begun to carry it to it's place as the girl upstairs finally called down to them. [color=lightgreen]"Nice ta meet cha' lass!"[/color] Donovan called back with a friendly smile, [color=lightgreen]"Yah had meh worried you were a mute! The name's Donovan, but yah can call meh Don!"[/color] 

Another quartet of the taller workers returned from downstairs, wielding some of the leftover spears; using them to provide support from beneath, and the eight spectral bodies worked in unison quietly to quietly fit the new ramp neatly into place. [color=lightgreen]"Can't say yer timin' coulda been any better!"[/color] Don chuckled lightly as the wooden construction quietly clacked into place with the sound of wood against stone. Just as quick as they'd come, Donovan's specter's vanished; the spear toting ones of course carefully discarding their armaments before returning to nothingness, the others just disappearing without so much as a sound.