Dent eyed the fairy suits. He lumbered over to the largest initiate he could find, stripped that individual of its fairy suit, and--after kicking the corpse to the side--carried the suit over to the others. He held up the suit, examining it with a critical eye. "No self-respecting person would wear this." He lowered the suit and let his eyes roam from Thaliss, to Carradoc, to Kubeba, to Maighan. "Are we sure we trust that runty little gnome well enough to heed his damned advice and head down the hole?" He shook the fairy suit for emphasis. "I've got my doubts. Isn't there anything else to explore up here, first?"