"Psssh. Pssht. Hey." Helm was fast asleep in the farthest corner of the encampment. In the middle nearest the fire - and that blue lantern of hers - was Phoebe. Sword, however has shuffled over to the curled body nearest to his now; Crossbow. Slowly, cross peeled open one of their eyes, settling it on Sword's face. "Whatsit?" Sword leaned closer, talking low into the other roan Coursers ear. "D'you think... Now don't fuss at me for it, if you say it's a shit...

All signs pointed to Knight Shield and Lord-Heir Litany had gone down into the furnace layer of the dungeon. Helm's face was twisted into a near snarl. "Reckless. Stupid. Even moreso then dragging the Lordling down below here in the first place." He spat, grinding one hoof into the cobblestone. Behind him, Knight Sword and Knight Crossbow exchanged glances. "...It's almost like he's trying to get him killed on purpose." Crossbow said eventually, by way of making conversation - a...