"Pfft, like I'm scared."

Well, you'd soon eat your words, walking the dark crypt as your footsteps echo through the dimmed halls, and well? You're scared.

However, the tief beside you seems just fine, walking beside you with noticeable confidence, fixing up his long, flowy robe as he sticks to your side, the difference in your guys' demeanour being noticeable like Inferno.

You? Not even standing upright, lantern in hand, weapon readied, walking the concrete floors and being watchful of any traps. Yeah, you're terrified to say the least.

Him? Not bothered. Mace sheathed, shield resting on his back, striding in confidence alongside you, the cleric's leather armor making barely audible sounds underneath the robe as he moves, his voice echoing the halls of the dead.

"You're that scared? Worst we can find is undead."

His soft voice would reach your ears and be heard bouncing off the walls, Slingshot's expression a mask of confidence, feeling really spry after that long rest. As quick as you are to deny the claim of you being 'scared', it's rather obvious how you feel right now. Scared.

"Come on, I bet you there's gonna be treasure."

Right... right, the treasure... keep your mind on the loot, everything'll be fine, it'll all be fine...

"Plus, I don't see why you're scared, you have this dashing cleric by your--"

You're very quick to bump into him with your shoulder to shut him up, knocking him off balance a little, but he doesn't fall. He's used to you being tense in dungeons after all, you did always perfer the outer layers... y'know, like forests... or cities. He'd get back to your side rather swiftly, poking your side with the mace's pommel gently, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you jump slightly, which he just has to quiet a small laugh from. His eyes travel to the oil lantern in your grasp, seeing the fire inside start to waver slightly, but a certain, VERY specific rattle comes from the other end of the crypt.

The sound is weirdly boney...

"..."

"...oh--!.. Get ready..."