Verdant listened with a thoughtful tilt of her head, nodding at the deduction from the masked elf. It was... a sensible chain of events. As much as she couldn't agree with the behavior.

[b][color=#38b000]"...right, most people are near-suicidally unprepared to sudden change."[/color][/b] The serpent said plainly, her eyes and the skull's eyehole on her head glimmering bright emerald for a split second. She wasn't mocking or anything - merely stating the nature of things, the same way one may observe the scurrying circle of life out in the wilds. [b][color=#38b000]"We wouldn't be caught out like that, Vir. We knows better, yes?"[/color][/b]

For a moment, it's as if the piece of bone hissed softly in agreement. Or perhaps it's merely the airflow shifting from the opened door. Hard to tell under the circumstances.

Said door interrupted her train of thought, Elc half-dragging her in before the blasted thing fully closed. Verdant didn't need the urging, but it's a nice gesture nonetheless. Emerald eyes flickered at the well-lit hallway, completely out of place compared to the cavern just on the other side.

[b][color=#38b000]"From the position, that door leads toward that broken room."[/color][/b] Verdant mentioned in a passing at the miko, stepping away five steps before rummaging in her bag for a pebble. Of which she tossed at the barred door, the small stone clattering without anything extra happening. What? Pebbles are useful! Always bring a small handful or two. You'll never know when you'll need it. [b][color=#38b000]"Flimsy guard for how creepy the air is."[/color][/b]

She would've expect, like, a massive vault door laden with magic. Not two plain iron bar that even she could batter down from the other side given enough time. But perhaps the magic thingy was inside, and this was more of a stopgap measure? Still kind of sloppy though.

But then again Verdant's not the vault expert here, so what did she know.

Following along the rest of the party led to some sort of fancy foyer that somehow kept fresh air, unlike what one would expect of a structure sealed underground for millenia. The serpent oooh-s at the statues, eyes darting left and right until the ethereal curator materialized with a spectral flourish.

Neat.

[b][color=#38b000]"Are you a ghost?"[/color][/b] Turned out, Verdant did have a question. She skipped toward the curator, circling and looking at him from various angle, and even tried to poke the man. Ghost? Apparition thingy. [b][color=#38b000]"Bound to an artifact to provide eternal servitude to a master sorcerer?"[/color][/b]