Johte was silent for a moment, looking at Procion, then turning his face toward the cool incoming air to examine the darkness beyond the fissure, his weight shifting from foot to foot, his satchel gripped tightly in his hand.<br/><br/>"Yeah," he said at last, his voice lilting upward in a nervous crack.  Clearing his throat, he tried again in a deeper tone, "Yeah," rolling his shoulders back as he squared them, standing up straighter, lifting his chin.<br/><br/>"Besides, the only other option is to fight through the rakghouls... and there's still a lot of them there.  Maybe we can find the edge, if the pool isn't too wide.  Or just... be really quiet."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>