Chill Ya To The Bone

As Zenith questions if the guide knows the way out, the forlorn blue wolf shakes her head in the negative and the russet fae cannot stop the sigh that falls from her lips. Trying her best offer a reassure smiling, she gently says, “That is okay. I will figure this out.” With that she turns her attention back to room as she takes time to try to begin study the area around them. Eyes flit over tumbled pillars, jagged racks, and stalagmites in an attempt to determine the safest route out of this place. Zen takes as much time as needed to study everything since she does not wish to rush the process and miss the only viable exit from this hallway. It may take some time but she would rather be safe than sorry.

"Zenith Praetor"