Ixe: «sighing» "I will go forward. Please hold your fire. If I should meet with disaster, I trust that you will drag me back upstairs? Excellent."
Without waiting for feedback, Ixe strides forward, and is enveloped by the magical darkness. He gently waves his staff back and forth in front of him, tapping on the floor, the way that a blind man might do.
If he should reach the pedestal without incident, he carefully reaches up, groping for the globe, and lifting it off its base.