Running inside after the cold-eyed man and not being stealthy at all with my stooping feet cracking the pieces of nails that cover the cave's floor I soon catch up with him, having to slow down a little so I wouldn't brush my shoulder on the unstable walls by mistake, aiming at the shining bean of light coming from the lantern on his shoulder as he, too, starts slowing down, more aware of what it is before us now that we have entered such strange construction, if you can even call this tomb-like thingy that.
Ready to reach out and grab him I soon realize that I'm not in a favorable position to act, this huge body a nuisance in such a small crumbling place that any sudden movement makes dust fall over my head and make me rethink my actions.
He looks back only enough to let me know that he is well aware of that fact, which makes me growl, but low because of the state this cave is in.
