Chaos had found himself yet another companion this time it was a giant moth. It had been hanging on in a patch of oddly flowering bushes that Chaos wanted to take a sample off and when he shooed it away it landed on Samuels head and stayed there instead of leaving.

A slime and a moth that need names! The others will think that I have forsaken necromancy for beast-taming...

Chaos had no intention of doing that of course but now thinking about it he thought it might not be such a bad thing after all? Who said that he had to limit his learning to necromancy and sorcery anyway? He was practically immortal unless 'The Wolf' got tired of him, so he had a lot of time ahead of him.

He was wondering aimlessly around after that and it took him a little bit to realize finally that he had no idea all were he was.

Then it went from bad to worse when he wound up back in the room with the giant who was very much still awake this time and staring right a him and his menagerie with what Chaos assumed to be curiosity.

"BACK AGAIN LITTLE COURSER?!" he asked in it's booming voice.

Chaos sighed.

"It seems so," he muttered but he didn't expect the giant to here him but it did.

"I WILL HELP."

The giant offered it's giant hand and pointed to the passage above it's head with the other.

Chaos knew this was the definition of risk taking but he did it anyway, stepping on to the hand and bringing Samuel along who was still carrying the slime.