Beatle looked both directions, unsure of what to make of them. He didn’t have enough light to see down either path too far, so it was a literal shot in the dark at what could be down either path. It seemed that his companions were having some luck in their exploration, but Beatle worried that they weren’t as prepared as they initially believed. When word came of a second part to the dungeon, Beatle grew worried. His energy was already below 50%, and they weren’t even close to finished with the dungeon. “This is gonna be a multi-trip exploration, I just know it.” Thinking hard, Beatle eventually came to the decision that none of his group would want to sleep in the sewers, and there was a good chance that his current group simply wasn’t prepared enough for adventuring into the unknown beyond. As he thought it, he received a message from the group. The Admiral was taking his leave, and Beatle had a feeling that Noah wouldn’t be far behind in that aspect. Beatle motioned to Cat, signaling that he was ready to leave the sewer. It was a vast labyrinth, and one that deserved proper preparation before he would attempt it again. Perhaps someday soon, his skill would be good enough to go solo through the first part? Regardless, Beatle had spent enough time wandering in someone else’s fecal matter. It was about time he’d taken a shower, before the smell stuck to his clothing. Maybe next time he could enter some kind of flower meadow dungeon? Or even a castle? It’s hard to enjoy the adventure when your nostrils are assaulted at every corner. Arriving at the ladder, Beatle saluted Cat and Noah, and followed The Admiral out to sweet fresh air, and a sense of relief. (OOC: Exit post)
