Stepping in 'line' with the others, the Quaggoth den not quite the best place to look into. Keeping his line of sight away from them in general, he noticed some of them looking for a fight or to get pumped for one and such a thing meant that if there was any sign of potential confrontation it would be impossible to not fight should offense be taken. Instead he continued on, shaking his head as they found themselves at a dead end, his lower lip bitten rather than curse out in frustration. That was, until the Drow decided to take a leaping dive of faith. "Alright... Fuck it." he cursed, giving out a long sigh. "Looks like this is our only chance of escape. Anyone afraid of diving?" he was a little afraid he'd admit. Not as afraid of diving as he was getting caught by the drow. "Cause if no one else has a plan, looks like this is our only plan."