i said we would go on an adventure

Perhaps... he should have paid more attention. It wasn't often that he really had to pay attention to where he went. Most places were dictated by scent markers and visual pieces. Specific trees, unusual rocks, and such things were how the Raid King navigated through the lands. Except... this place was not like any place he'd been before. Instead, every hallway, nook, cranny, and corner he went down and around, they all appeared the same to him. The same chipped marble was lit dimly by flickering candles that he couldn't quite grasp how they stayed lit if there was no one down here to tend to them. Unless the bones he passed could move of their own accord. Unlikely, yet Gilgamesh had survived the Long Night and that event made him believe the impossible.

"Fuck," Gil murmured under his breath as he took a pause. Urtur, his wolverine, still trailed behind him but looked about as long as he did. Unfortunately for him, Erish, his owl, had stayed outside of the crypt due to the low ceiling and confined spaces. He couldn't blame the bird, he wasn't exactly fond of her talons digging into his shoulders. "You'd think someone by now would've made some signs," the grumbling whisper was meant for himself but Urtur nodded in response anyway. Letting out a sigh, Gil decided to take an extra few minutes to think of what to do next. To figure out how to get the fuck out of here.

"speech"