<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Morgan</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Coins?</span>thought Morgan as he stepped down into the hole and into the room, looking over the pile of antique money that seemed to be stored there, a pile of money that looked to have come from the ancient Silk Road. He took one of them, and gazed at the design. Very ancient, coming from Antiquity or Late Antiquity, no less. Such a historical treasure must be preserved before robbers, people who did not know the archeological value of these coins...<br/><br/>...Now isn't the time for tangents. Exploration was done, and Damian was right.<br/><br/>"My curiosity has been satisfied," the man said as he took some of the coins and put them in his pocket, "let's go and find the others; we need to reunite, find a way to make sense of what has happened to bring you guys here, as well as organize support for those who don't want to go back."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Ascot</span></span><br/><br/>"You're a Flumph?" spoke Ascot. Did Gygax and Anerson (the makers of D&D) take their ideas from Cryptids that existed in real life, then? This, this just whet Ascot's curiosity all the more. He needed to talk to all these magical people!<br/><br/>Then, he heard the crumbling, and knew that he was going to have to focus on the business of surviving again. And so, he didn't resist as Dzel grabbed him, and held on to his shirt until the ledge gave way.<br/><br/>He also didn't protest that the Dame didn't try to save the others; he knew there was nothing she could have done, and that his specific request was for her to protect<span style="font-style: italic">him</span>.<br/>Nevertheless, he hoped that the three nonhumans were somehow still alive.