Ingimar wasn't sure how he got in this situation. Somehow, he'd managed to find himself stuck in the dungeons with these three woman, and one of them was of no help at all. Honestly, Malovia made him uncomfortable. Between her phantasmal hand doing all the work for her, her lack of saddle bags, and not to mention the fact she hadn't said a word, he kept a wide breadth from her. Rather, he kept to Urraca's side. There was a kindness in her that Ingimar felt comfortable with, though the idea of being with anyone other than Pura in the depths had his heart cracking. The last wayward girl, still very much a youthful and vibrant soul against the otherwise enigmatic and dangerous dungeon, was Roxanne. Even in the darkness her golden accents gleamed. There was a shine to her that didn't only apply physically. A hunger, an eagerness, glimmered in her gaze as it swept their current predicament.

Roxanne turned to them, her mahagany hair twisting about her in its curls and framing her effortlessly, as if every strand knew exactly how to lay to always appear comfed. "There's something with these walls." She asserted, standing before the doorway to the next chamber. It was a wide tunnel, straight as an arrow, but all of them had felt an uneasiness upon coming across it.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The grizzled blue roan's voice was equal to his rough exterior, low and brooding. There was a hesitation hidden behind the bravado as he glanced into the passage.

"I've spent enough time in my... previous employment to know a fake or machinized wall when I see one." Roxanne's lips twisted into a smirk, her audits held high as she gestured behind her. "I'd bet that these will move or fall away the moment we get in."

"And how do you know it isn't the floor that you're getting this... well, feeling about?" Urraca interjected, her voice small, demure, but the concern valid.

Roxanne exchanged a look between them all, her composure faltering under Malvolia's literal quicksilver stare. "Because, they aren't what concerns me."

A sigh rolled from Ingimar's chest before he grumbled, "That's a lot to put onto a hunch."

"It's this or go back." Again Urraca's delicate voice broke into the conversation, placed in a space designed for it without having been prompted. She looked to the final member of the group, who still hadn't even introduced herself to rest, chosing to remain quiet and at the sidelines of the discussion. "What do you think?"

The ghostly ether mare shifted her eyes towards the varnish roan, her head unmoving and remaining straight forward. At the side of her visage the hand floated, fingers rolling and twitching as it awaited some sort of order. Malvolia said nothing as she stepped forward and walked into the hallway, spectral pet in tow. Urraca gasped at Ingimar's side and Roxanne was left glowering into the other mare's icy back. The crimson mare skipped after her sputtering about everything having been her idea, while Ignimar and Urraca exchanged a final glance. If things were going to go bad, he supposed that there was safety in numbers.

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Sure enough, Roxanne had been right. After they all had made it well enough into the long tunnel, there was a click, thud, and then the steady drum of something that reminded Ingimar of a heartbeat. It left the hair of his dorsal standing on end as he urged the women forward. Their pace quickened just before the walls started to feel... more consticting. Roxanne roared about being right before bolting forward, whipping past Malvolia, and galloping towards the tail end of their path. Malvolia seemed completely unphased, having not quickened her pace in the slightest.

"Lets go already!" Ingimar roared behind her, and finally the ether mare seemed to quicken her pace to a long-strided trot that had her consuming great leaps of passage. Urraca and Ingimar surged after her as they were forced into a single file line. The blue roan let that opalescant mare go before him, urging her forward without much consideration to take the rear. He watched as Roxanne nearly disappeared into the shadows despite the light of her lantern. Maybe she'd found the exit? Gosh he hoped so...