"Ah, mates, 'twas a tough battle, but ye all fought the good fight, eh? We showed those buggers who's who!" Rasereit roars at the centipedes skittering through the walls. "Nasty blighters, aren' theh? Well, Ah wish we could stay an' finish the rest of 'em, but by the looks of ye all, we're in no shape to be doin' much more today. Blast, we didn' get too far, did we? We got to watch our food supply, mates, we kin't do this 'one room/one day' routine for much longer. Ah'd suggest eatin' those creepy crawlers there, but considerin' what they did to our poor friend, might not be such a good idea. Nah, Ah got a bit o' bread, cheese, an' meat left, but it ain't gonna last me too much longer, let alone if it 'as t'be rationed out t'the rest o' ye. Ah say we rest and lick some wounds fer nah, but we got to push on as soon as we kin, eh mates?" Sheathing his axes, he looks around the area for anything anyone might be forgetting and proceeds to lead the way up the stairs. There he uses his stout stature to help Scun carry his burden across the gap and up to the next floor.