Cooper
HP 21/21
AC 17		 The young elf stays mostly quiet for the trip, looking at the walls and touching the etchings. "This is a strange place... I don't understand..." He murmurs to himself, wishing he knew how to write. Hearing the snap of sound and the flash of red light, he turns to look at the darkness, torchlight doing nothing to expose whatever made it in the distance. "I don't... think we're alone down here either." He tries to stay quiet, but the light of the torch Alfric still held in one hand would be a beacon down here. Especially cause they seemed like the only light.