Bailey felt at home, here beneath the surface, away from the bright light of the sun. Up there, everything as known. Everything was seen. But down here? Down here was home.

He lead the way, his diving partner at his side. Terrence, the Ace. Bailey found his company loud, and brash, and slightly annoying. He'd wandered these dark tunnels for his whole life, and this surface-dweller just waltzed in like he knew the place.

"Careful." Bailey murmered, as they rounded a corner in the hall. One side dropped off into a chasm, down down down to only the dead knew where.

"Why drag me along if ya' don't need my imput?" Terrence snorted at him, and Bailey just rolled his eyes, sticking close to the wall. Terrence peered over the side. "Yanno I've been all the way down there before, all the way down the the Magma Crossing. Y'ever been that far?"

Bailey shrugged as he walked, cloven hooves careful on the cobblestone steps.

"The dungeons will tell me, if they want me down there." He glanced back at the red-eyed mercenary. "You should listen to them too."