The Forge was full of hazards, trick floors, and things that looked at least tenuously safer than they were. Andrej was hyper aware of the difficulties and dangers, but even then, there are some things out here to surprise him. Trip him up. Freak him out, even, if he's not careful. With the grinding sound of stone on stone, it becomes all the more clear that he hasn't been careful enough, this time around. Before he has much of a chance to react, magma begins to pool around his feet. Heart pounding in his chest, eyes going wide-- it's go time. Andrej needed to be quick if he was going to make his way out of this one, especially unscathed.

Intense heat bringing a sheen of sweat to his brow, Andrej is quick on his feet. Leaping from high point to high point across the floor, barely letting his toes touch the ground. A string of foul language escaping as he does his best to leap and dash over, begging whatever gods happened to be listening that he not roll an ankle or worse. This was the scariest predicament he'd been in down here, to date. The situation in the Forge was far more dire than the one in the lush caves, far above.

Sticking to the high ground gets Andrej far enough, and he collapses to his knees upon finally reaching solid ground. A set of stairs, though he doesn't stop until he's farther up than the faucets that had allowed the magma to flow freely around his feet. Andrej sits heavily on the rough surface, rummaging in his bag for a canteen. Upon unscrewing the top, he realizes just how badly his hands are shaking. Leaning back, taking a deep breath. It's all he can do, as he fights to catch his breath. What an ordeal. What a day.