<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Duke_Pantarei_full_452999.jpg)</div><br/>Earlier, when Zabeth undresses to swim into the depths of the pool, Dalvarien's pale cheeks turn a hue to match his crimson eyes, and he rapidly attempts to avert those eyes, though the shy fey is still afforded quite the view from the corner of his vision, before the woman thankfully descends into the water.<br/><br/>Dalvarien's gaze soon  turned to the woman, Rose, who seem to possess and unusual amount of interest in him, judging by the way she spoke, and her intense gaze. Blushing faintly, he replied quietly, "I'm... Dalvarien Mandragoran...."<br/><br/>Nonetheless, he was also slightly worried as to her intentions. It was clear she had detected that he was partially descended from a demon, and that heritage had often proven to be a thing of trouble when others knew about it, as it often did for daemonfey, though Dalvarien didn't seem obviously demonic in appearance, save for his eyes. Sometimes it brought about greed, curiosity, hatred, persecution or a fair variety of responses. Rose's intentions weren't entirely clear, so what she planned remained to be seen.<br/><br/>It seemed that the trigger for their means of exit had been activated by the ...immodest woman... who had swum beneath earlier. The air shook as two passages opened in the rock, one east, and one west. Unsure himself, Dalvarien thought he might try the westerly one, though he didn't want to risk going there alone, especially without his magic, and with little to protect him save a rusty sword, the  corroded chainmail, old leather and the torn remnants of what clothes he'd been wearing before, all worn together in makeshift attempt to remain somewhat decent. Though of course, it looked like it could fall apart any minute. Which didn't exactly bolster his confidence, or make him any more at ease. Especially with that over eager red-haired woman in his vicinity. Perhaps the situation was dangerous in more ways than one.