“ Been told the guy runnin’ this place’s a real smooth talker, “ he informs his companion over his shoulder, a flame flickering steadily in his palm. A strange, almost sentient fog covers most of the cavern they’re standing in, rippling and swirling like it were water. The air smells dead, feels heavy, no sound but the whispering flow of air being sucked into the passage he sees ahead. If either of them were actually been ... well, alive, for lack of a better term, Axel’s pretty sure neither of them would make it far without succumbing to the oppressive and weighted atmosphere. As it is, the stone in his pocket only serves to unlock his magic in this place and nothing more. “ Makes ya wonder where he gets it from, havin’ no one but the dead for company. Alright there? “ / @gracereign