"And proceed as well," quips Antares from the back, gathering his courage where he may.
While he waits for the others to file into the gap, the young mage drops gaze and lamp down from the bumpy, unmarked walls to the slightly muddy ground softly squelching below his feet. Is this really where the creature dragged its victim? Without rope, rungs or ladder? Is it, perhaps, some sort of spider beast: sticky padded feet, mandibles in its albino face...? Or, darker thought, did it simply fling her down, uncaring? What, indeed, is a little tenderizing between friends?
Ugh. He shakes that dreadful image away: just the environment, affecting him. She will be fine -- fine. And it's his time to go through anyway...
[sblock=Actions]Antares will look for any major tracks that do not seem to belong to his comrades, and/or any trace of blood (on the rocks of the well, on the side of the tunnel entrance, in the tunnel itself, etc).
Gambler1650 said:
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I will assume nothing other than climbing down
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Well, that and Antares' described looking at the walls of the well, yes. I take it he found nothing of place though.[/sblock]