He listened to her wisdom and experience and nodded thoughtfully. His emerald eyes began to roam the walls of the lava tube tunnel as they followed along. He didn't have a pickaxe, but he'd found a powerful blast of water could often serve the same purpose. And, failing that, there was always his trident. Being made of magic, it was far tougher than it looked.
"Hmm. They are... mysterious," he murmured, thinking of the recent party that one of the Ancients had thrown in Torchline. He hadn't learned much about them there, either.
A crack in the wall that seemed ruddier than the black and brown stone around it caught his eye and he paused to examine it more closely, prodding at the reddish discoloration with a finger. "Is this a ruby seam?"
"Hmm. They are... mysterious," he murmured, thinking of the recent party that one of the Ancients had thrown in Torchline. He hadn't learned much about them there, either.
A crack in the wall that seemed ruddier than the black and brown stone around it caught his eye and he paused to examine it more closely, prodding at the reddish discoloration with a finger. "Is this a ruby seam?"
