Zak had heard the whole thing, and a shiver ran down his spine. Catacombs- another name for dungeons. He hated dungeons. Last time he’d been in one was with the Obsidian Legion- they lost their way and half their men. Zak was convinced that dungeons had been created by some sadistic higher power for the express purpose of making the lives of those foolish or unlucky enough to enter them absolutely miserable.

But it didn’t seem like he had any choice. “All right, but I’d better have your word on this.” he said to the elf. “Take us to our equipment.”

(OOC: Sorry bout that, I had to sleep.)