The hunter crouches and peers down the tunnel. "I don't like this, don't like it at all. But it appears there is little other choice." Ari turns to the half-orc and Taviss. "Do you think you do can still be quiet hunched over in there?" Touching his spikes, he continues, "I'm sure going to scrape the sides of this place, assuming I can even fit. But we can go along as before, if a little slower."
Ari takes out his dagger, preparing to enter, pending the other's words.