"HOLD ON!" Handy shouted. The three looked at him. "Art thee three dense? How many of thee have been in ancient, presumably underground ruins before?" he asked pointedly. 'Crimson' put her hoof up. "Thou dost not count, Crimson." She put her hoof down and rolled her eyes. "Speaking as someone who has, despite his better judgement, gone into underground dungeons more often than he cares to recall, I can safely say the idea of 'splitting up' is a profoundly stupid move." He recalled being chased through the abandoned streets of an underground city by a particularly bony dragon and recalling how wonderful it would have been to have been in a group that he could have ditched and let them deal with the problem. I mean, sure that sounded bad but come on, it was an undead, fire breathing dragon.