Morgan grimaced.Nothing helpful about this place they'd all come to and the landscape was simply ominous and strange. As much as he enjoyed figuring out the hows and whys and reasons of any given thing, this was something dangerous.
His boots carried him along with the others, fingers tapping idly against the helmet he kept in hand against his hip. The ship caught his attention and he paused, brows raising at the sheer age of the vessel, but he didn't recognize the exact model beyond 'old' given his personal preferences. It must have landed like they had for whatever purpose and been left here. Morgan turned away after a few moments and kept walking. Maybe it could be safely retrieved if this 'Entity' was dealt with?
Morgan turned to look when he heard Emryc's voice and saw he'd been pulled away by the old ship. An amused smile came over his face. Of course the half-Sephi was interested in the antique craft. The Firrerreo's presence brushed against Raze's in lieu of waving saying as the group began to separate out and golden eyes examined the passages laid out before them. He trusted Raze and his companion could handle themselves.
There was work to be done. Morgan considered each path carefully. A path of runes, a path of darkness, and a path that seemed all too ordinary. He glanced at the acolyte who hesitated in front of the dark path. "Keep in contact. This place cannot be trusted." Morgan stepped up behind Malou. Even the limited light of the outside reflected off his pupils like a hunting cat's, his other senses natural and not alert to movement in the black.
"Shall we go?" Stolas began to make his way into the shadow-filled and most mysterious path on the right, striding with a light and even pace. Exploring on an ominous planet in a cavern filled with darkness, why, it almost like a game.
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