Cornelius was keeping a close eye on his surroundings. This hallway seemed to go on for an eternity, and the markings on the wall, what he could see of them, were pretty intriguing. Maybe this place was once a temple or a place of worship. Looking ahead, complete darkness was all that greeted them, beyond the light. The further along the hall they travelled, the warmer it seemed to get as well. When was offered the water, he accepted with without hesitation. He was no expert on caves, of course, but he was positive that they were supposed to be cooler. This was odd, and the feeling was extremely discomforting. Now he was going to be sweaty on top of being dirty. It was going to take ages to scrub all of this off once he was out of here, if there was even a way out to begin with.<br/><br/>When they reached the end, he had been so intrigued by the markings, the paintings, everything about these murals that he was transfixed. What a discovery, he thought to himself. Throughout most of his life, the lynx has done a lot of reading.<br/><br/>“Now that I’m seeing him up close… this man… yes, I have no doubt in my mind! This is definitely Enkidu.” Cornelius studied a lot of mythology among other things in his studies. He enjoys throwing out a reference here and there whenever he worked on a case. There was no doubt in his mind that this was Enkidu, the wild man who became civilized and succeeded in finding immortality. As he looked over the paintings, the lynx felt utterly giddy just looking at everything. “This is most fascinating! I haven’t read the story the whole way through, but this is incredible! I think I may be getting some goose bumps all over.” He rambled on for a little bit explaining some of the story before he paused, and then said, “Wolfe, are you seeing this?” He looked over his shoulder to find the soldier was already looking at the doors, wondering which they should take.<br/><br/>The lynx looked over the doors for a moment. He walked up to the one closest to him, gently touching the carvings with his fingertips. “That’s a good question. I… well, honestly I have no idea.” His answer was muttered, sounded somewhat distant. To be honest he was a lot more interested in the artwork than going through the doors at the moment. Surely there were more interesting things like this here, and he did want to find out, but he liked to observe, take in every little detail. Ever the curious cat, looking to entertain himself with whatever he could; in this case, art. If only he had his notebook here, or was able to consult his small library of random myths, legends, and other tales of the sort. He could probably sit here and be entertained for hours and hours by this kind of stuff.<br/><br/>Moving from door to door, he mumbled to himself. This only went on for about a minute, give or take a few seconds, before he looked back to Wolfe. He almost wanted to ask him if he was someone who enjoyed mythology and legends as well, but then decided against it.<br/><br/>Maybe it was better that they moved on. “Let’s take the center door.” In his voice, it was obvious he didn’t want to leave this behind.