<span style="font-weight: bold">"Right than. Only one way from here."</span>Damian helped the others move on, ignoring the coins. He had no need for currency, and had no way to carry them anyways. Damian continued to take point, now ever more cautious of where he was walking. Using his demonic strength he made himself something akin to a walking stick made of solid stone. He would tap it in front of him, nudging whatever he felt was unstable ground or otherwise potentially dangerous. So far so good, but he was on his toes.<br/><br/>As they descended deeper (As far as he could tell anyways) he began to hear voices. At first he just thought it was the others talking quietly, but after a few glances back towards them, they didn't seem to be talking. He stopped and got low to the ground.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Do you all hear voices?"</span>