Hermes, the leader of the expedition, was the only Lone Ranger in the land that left people in pairs so strange that even professional matchmakers would find themselves out of jobs.
It was through that lonesome, though, that did Hermes keep his head on his shoulders and his cool in his breaths. He knew best what would and what could become of the expedition now that everyone was alone and separated.
He hoped that he was the only one, but gods were fair in their unfairness. And so were the vessels.
Some hasty and some brave would near the boss room again and be kicked out again, some slow and some cowardly would run from the enemies they face and if luck be, won't be denigrated.
The situation was dire.
