<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/67/8d/03/678d03bf7c12b399b4b90039210b348e.jpg)</div><br/>After deciding simply to keep the dagger at his waist until he found something to bind it to the spear and make it a proper weapon, Asher tucked the sheathed blade into the wrap he had pulled around his waist. "For what it's worth, my skittish little friend, I can't use my magic either," he said, glancing around at the assembled persons and wondering what the common thread was between all of them.<br/><br/>Well, he was a noble. He should take charge and find out. As he was about to open his mouth and begin barking orders, the brunette did so instead. Well, that skewered those aspirations. He began doing a quick mental headcount instead: himself, the jumpy mage, the leggy brunette, the quiet man, the bone man, what sounded like someone else down the way, and, as her mumbled, bleary curses announced her, a rough woman. Quite a lovely little rogues' gallery they had collected.<br/><br/>"I'm with her on this," Asher affirmed as he took long strides towards the pool to fill his jug. "We're all trapped here. We should split up, groups of two or so perhaps, and scout the rest of this cave. Perhaps there's something we're not finding here in the central chamber." With the water filling it to the brim, he cupped his hands for a few sips before returning to the ritual slab. "Hopefully our escape isn't contingent on one of us ending up on this thing." A sobering thought indeed.<br/><br/>While the mage had offered his name a few times over now, Asher still wasn't ready to open his mouth and start offering his just yet. Waiting for some of these strangers to give him the courtesy first was the way he decided to play it.