Filled with traps and wilder than usual wildlife, Andrej can't be too careful down here. Can't settle in. Alert to the point of being on edge, and jumpy beyond belief, dungeon crawling was more taxing than it maybe should have been. Spending every minute with survival mode on, his danger senses ticking faster and harder than ever. Adrenaline. Pure adrenaline, even when Andrej tries to be cool about it. There's nothing cool about life in the dungeon. There's nothing cool about being down here, and the reasons why. How can be cool, when the dungeon has already taken so much from him?

Going it alone is making things harder for Andrej. He won't allow himself to drag anyone else into his quest, his search, until he knows he can survive alone down here. That, and it would take the right party. A party that wouldn't slow him down, that wouldn't make life harder. Bringing along anyone else would mean a certain responsibility for their safety, as well as his own. Weighing the benefits and the rewards, but not letting himself get too wrapped up in his own thoughts, Andrej continues deeper. He'd let the dungeon bring them together, when it was time. When had he ever trusted the process? Not keen on starting now, but also unwilling to rely on anyone else. Unwilling to let anyone else rely on him.

The tug of war inside Andrej's head isn't enough to dull his senses as he makes his way through the mire. A distinctive click draws his attention, as he sets his hoof on a loose stone. Stumbling backwards wasn't enough, and the floor beneath Andrej gives way. Beneath the false bottom, a pit of spikes. The reaction is enough to keep him from being skewered, but he tumbles down into it regardless. Reaching, scrambling, grabbing for any purchase he can find. Slowing his fall as he clings to the rough stones, but there's not enough of a ledge to hold the bulky Courser. Frustration bubbling in his chest, a snarl and a string of impolite words pour out of the man as he tumbles down.

Catching a short spike to his chest, feeling the flesh tear, Andrej cries out sharply. It hurt, but it's not deep enough to cause real damage. Thank fuck for that. Angrily, he kicks out at one of the spikes. There's not enough space for him to gather the momentum necessary to drag himself out of the pit. Frustration slipping to rage, how could he make a mistake so stupid? Kicking at another spike, it cracks and gives way. Lifting the wooden spike and wielding it like a bat, Andrej swings wildly. Spike pit turned rage room.

Not all of the spikes come loose, but it's enough. Haphazardly, he clears enough of them to get some breathing room in the pit. They crack and crush, the angry courser using brute strength to loosen them. Loosen, pull down, push away. While many are still stuck firmly in the earth beneath him, Andrej is able to clear a decent space for himself. It's enough space to get some momentum going, and he's able to run and leap up to drag himself free of the pit. Sweating and angry, at least he's on solid ground again.