Amontillado threw Ash a mildly offended look, but he was starting to get the idea of teasing and jest. He was in fact rather fond of the various flower and herb based oils his profession called for, but unfortunately those had been destroyed along with most of everything else he'd owned before. He was adjusting to what his life had become now, but there were a few things he still missed.

"It all seems so... Unnatural." There was no green in sight. Even the neat bricks of the road lacked any weeds growing between them. Suddenly he couldn't help but be reminded of a corpse at a funeral; perfectly preserved and as fresh looking as possible, but undeniably dead. Yet this place had been buried in its coffin for centuries with no sign of decay whatsoever.

Mercury seemed unsure about the place, but also curious. He didn't seem afraid or unnerved. In fact, he chose to hop off of Monty's shoulder and take to the air to explore. Monty took a few cautious steps through the gate, following the bird. "Ah- be careful! Don't go far!" he called after the bird, perfectly aware it didn't really understand the words.

He returned his attention to the rest. "It's a very big place, but maybe we should head to that tower together... And then decide from there whether or not to split into groups..." Even after the months they'd spent together, it still felt a bit awkward to speak up or share ideas.