He nodded to her comment, cursing as he saw his lesser magic ring was dust, and the necklace was showing some damage, but was still intact enough to not be in danger of falling apart. "Could have, yes. Lost my ring of regeneration, dammit. And the necklace is needing repairs. Fuck fuck fuck."<br/><br/>He would have to replace the ring, a fairly rare one, but the necklace was nearly unique as far as he knew. At least the ring of fire immunity was fine.<br/><br/>He gave the rust corpse an irritated kick, before putting the crossbow back into the extra-dimensional storage space and looking around. "So, climb back up, or did you spot a way out down here?"