She thought she was going to fall flat on her face but she felt surprisingly strong arms stop her fall. Her knees hit the ground lightly and she looked up even though she could not see him. She let him go quickly and stood up wiping the dirt from her pants, "Thank you... but don't think I am going to keep needing your help. It's just so damn dark in here and i can't see my footing."<br/><br/>Grinning for a moment, Balthazar had a number of comments that came to mind  mocking a noble for clutching to the arm of a slave for help, he decided now wasnâ€™t the time. â€œJust try to be careful. Donâ€™t want you getting hurt.â€ Which was true. Though it was mostly because the last thing he needed was to have the murder of this girl on his hands. He had a feeling he would never have a day of peace. But then pain as she seemed to be, he wished her no ill. As of right now the only thing that could be said she had done wrong was pick the wrong day to go to the bay, not something someone should die for.<br/><br/>As they walked, he moved closer and closer to the wall, so he could run his hand along it to get a good idea of where they were going exactly. Though when they finally turned the corner, he saw a faint glowing. It was unlike the moss, for instead of a light teal green color this was glowing in almost every color in the visable spectrum. â€œMaybe the rumors of the there being a treasure down here were true.â€ He said as he kept moving forward, looking closer and closer towards it.<br/><br/>Though before they reached it, Balthazar felt his foot give way to nothing as he felt into a deep gorge. On his way down though, Bal stabbed his sword into the stone floor. As luck would have it, before he fell in to feep, the tip of his blade managed to slip into a deeper crack and catch it. â€œwatch it!â€ He shouted wanting to make sure she didnâ€™t make his same slip. â€œItâ€™s a straight drop.â€