Amirad rubs his hand across the stubble that has begun to grow on his cheek. "We've been in here for a good number of hours, though I've lost track of the exact length some time ago. Perhaps we should head out, taste the free air, feel the wind on our faces, rest and come back at this problem refreshed."
His eyes catch Mauriales and the semi-councious Zhantain, gathering themselves to depart. "If we do so now we can also ensure that our companions make it back out safely."