<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Morgan</span></span><br/><br/>"Coffins," spoke Morgan as he saw the boxes. "Coffins that probably belonged to one of the world's most ancient civilizations, holding the bodies of priests and kings, or, at the very least, lesser aristocrats. So much here that I can find out about the past, if given time. Now, all I can hope is that these remains stay untouched by irresponsible hands, until someone who can find out the proper facts can come here."<br/><br/>The man then faced his companions, and spoke:<br/><br/>"I hear voices further on. I'd like to finally gather our motley group together, but I don't think I'll succeed in that if we don't know<span style="font-style: italic">each other</span>, first. I gave you my name - Morgan Black - from New York on Earth. May I now know your names and the places you come from? I don't feel like referring to you guys as 'mister' and 'miss' on a permanent basis."<br/><br/>Once he got his reply, he would walk on, towards the hole, his mind slowly becoming more eager, though it was hidden. A reason for his eagerness? One of the voices belonged to<span style="font-style: italic">Merin</span>. He rushed on, especially when he heard this phrase:<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"You probably have questions about my talk of dimensions and universes, but I'm afraid I cannot tell you much. All I really have is knowledge of the existence of such things, not of how they work."</span><br/><br/>Was there someone here who knew of what had brought the 'wanderers' here? If so, he had to make contact!  Morgan continued running, hopefully with Damian and Lilly behind him, until he met Bodzil's group. Then, he would speak:<br/><br/>"Hello there, my name is Morgan Black, and I'm here to help you guys out. Who was it that spoke of dimensions and universes? Also, good to see you again, Merin." He would also make observations of the Oolagers and the Multiversal Dragon, but would save his curiosity as to their nature for another time. All he knew was that he was in the presence of more magical creatures, and thus safe.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Ascot</span></span><br/><br/>"No!" Ascot shouted as the Flumph and Kanna (not that he knew her name) went downwards. But even in his spike of worry, he didn't let go of Dzel, rather, he continued to hold on with his left hand, while his right hand searched for footholds. Finally, he found one for his hand and both his legs. He had never been much of a rock-climber until this day, but he knew the theory; search for secure handholds and footholds and use them to climb up or down. Perhaps he can do it now? No, that would be foolish. The Flumph and the girl needed to be rescued, but he couldn't do it either alone, or endangering himself. That meant asking more aid, something that he wasn't ashamed to do because, well, it didn't harm others, it didn't harm himself (at least not today), and the goals and means were rigtheous.<br/><br/>"Dzel," spoke the boy, "how powerful is your magic, and how much do you know of what it works? If so, can you get me down? Our safety here is only temporary, after all."<br/><br/>"Hey!" shouted the Flumph from below, "I'm all right! If you guys want to drop down, you can land on me; your red-clothed friend did!" By red-clothed person, he meant Morgan. That was all Ascot needed to know.<br/><br/>"Dzel," he again said. "You can trust him; we can drop down together, and we<span style="font-style: italic">will</span>be all right; I know the properties of Flumphs." He then gave her a wide smile.<br/><br/>If that didn't work, though, Ascot would struggle out of Dzel's grip, and drop down onto the Flumph. If that did work, he and Dzel would drop down on the Flumph together, and begin observations of the place. He would see an old woman with quills on her body instead of hair, and a man who used some sort of fire magic to make a torch; fire magic that Ascot wanted to learn.